It Seems Like A Girl I Don't Know Is Doing Housework At Home. But It Was Cute So I'll Keep An Eye On It - Chapter 5
Episode 5: I Don’t Know About Silky
Entering the entrance while sharpening my awareness, I couldn’t spot anyone at the moment. For now, it seems like I won’t be immediately encountering anyone.
However, there were unfamiliar shoes, particularly women’s, indicating that the intruder was likely the stalker.
“Hmm…”
My apartment is a one-room type with a hallway. If the person isn’t in the hallway in front of the entrance, her whereabouts can be roughly narrowed down to four places: the toilet, the washroom, the bath at the back of the washroom, and the living space. So, I proceed cautiously to eliminate each possibility.
“……”
While the policy is to completely ignore, I still want to be aware of possible hiding spots. So, I check the areas besides the living space naturally, without making any noise.
“Maybe I should have left the camera installed…”
I regret removing the hidden camera since it could have provided video evidence. Underestimating the importance of reviewing the footage was a mistake.
Regardless, I proceed to the toilet first. After pretending to use it for about a minute, I confirm that the stalker isn’t there and move on.
“Next is the washroom and bath…”
I continue with my charade, murmuring aloud about washing my feet. I open the washroom door and confirm it’s empty. The same goes for the bath area.
“Too bad.”
Internally, I feel slightly disappointed that there wasn’t any thrilling encounter. Nevertheless, encountering the stalker directly in a closed space would have been just a diversion. It doesn’t matter if she’s not there.
I move to the bathroom, pretending to wash my feet for real. The reason for actually washing them is that it’s part of my routine when I return home.
“No sound of movement…”
Hmm. It seems the stalker didn’t escape. She either didn’t notice my signals or was too cautious to move.
Perhaps she’s already escaped through the window. But considering this is the second floor and there’s gravel outside the window, it’s highly unlikely.
So, the stalker must still be in the living space. There aren’t many hiding places there.
It could be the closet. Since it’s slightly open, it’s a plausible hiding spot.
“Well, let’s change into home clothes first.”
As I change into comfortable clothes, I notice the closet door is slightly ajar again. But I choose to ignore it. Even if I feel someone’s gaze, reacting now would be futile.
More importantly, the stalker’s identity is now confirmed as ‘unknown.’
I don’t recognize her from my limited interactions with people. She doesn’t seem to be a regular at my workplace either.
Ignoring the stalker’s attempts to speak, I reach for the closet.
“Uh, umm…?”
There was no reaction as expected. The stalker, probably taken aback by my sudden action, looks puzzled.
Nevertheless, I ignore her and focus on my task.
“Let’s turn on the tablet…”
I sit in front of my computer, ready to draw. Placing my smartphone beside the tablet for reference, I keep the closet in my line of sight.
Finally, after about two hours, the stalker timidly leaves my apartment.