"Oops!" (Possible future accomplice physical analysis chance, Imeanwat- Also right back at you while I work on yours~)
Otoya didn’t know how she got there or why she ended up in the bathroom, but for some reason she was inside his house, and inside the doorway of said room and kind of staring as he showered. After a minute the serial killer managed to snap out of her shocked and confused state, shut the door, and walk away like nothing ever happened. Had he seen her? She didn’t care. What she did care about was erasing that scene from her memory. No reason to want to see her future accomplice without anything on, and many not to want to.
The little girl and old man were ignored. They didn’t matter to her; she didn’t know who they were, even though she was kind of walking through their house.
