Check Kenzie's portrait

You pass through the floorboards and rise into Kenzie’s room. The atmosphere here is a stark contrast to the hedonism you just witnessed; it is quiet, focused, and smells of charcoal dust and intense concentration.

Kenzie is hunched over her desk, her blonde hair falling in a curtain around her face. She’s working with a frantic, obsessive energy. On the large sheet of heavy vellum, your face is emerging from the white void. She has captured the predatory set of your jaw and the terrifyingly intelligent depth of your eyes.

You settle behind her, your presence casting a long, unnatural shadow across her work. She doesn't flinch. Instead, she leans back, her charcoal-stained fingers trembling as she looks at the portrait.

"You're here," she whispers, not turning around. "I can feel the air getting... heavy. Like the room is holding its breath."

You glide toward the window, your essence shimmering against the glass. From this vantage point, you have a perfect "Director’s View" of the property.

Below, in the hot tub, the steam is rising in thick plumes. Alexis is lying in a lounge chair in a yellow bikini and sunglasses, working on her tan, surreptitiously watching Chloe and Jessica in the hot tub.

Next door, Mike is doing yardwork. Sort of. He’s standing near the hedge line, a pair of hedge clippers in his hand that he hasn't moved in five minutes. He is staring—unashamedly—at the hot tub. From this height, you can see what the girls can't: Mike’s eyes are locked on the way the girls are staring at each other, occasionally kissing. They're trying to make sure that Alexis isn't watching them, but since she's wearing sunglasses, they can't tell.

But then, you notice something more interesting. Mike reaches into his pocket and pulls out a smartphone, angling it subtly through a gap in the cedar hedge. He’s taking photos of the "neighbor girls" and Alexis.

You reach out and touch the glass, the condensation freezing into a jagged, crystalline frame that draws Kenzie’s eyes exactly where you want them.

"What is it?" Kenzie asks, standing up and joining you at the window. She looks down, her eyes widening as she sees her sister and Jessica laughing with her aunt. Then, following your "frame," she spots Mike behind the hedge.

She sees him holding his phone up to record the girls.

Scanning her thoughts, she's shocked at his voyeurism. Her shock quickly changes to admiration of his sweaty, shirtless body. The way his muscles are tensed, like he’s hunting. It’s not 'creepy' when he does it... it’s aesthetic. I need my camera. I need to capture the man who is capturing the girls. The Hunter and the Prey.