“Oh, come on, that was clean… Hey, where did you come from?”, Kent was sitting in the living room, playing on the PlayStation. He shoved the left ear pad to the side of his head. “Campus”, “Huh? Alright, got your signature?”, “Yeah...”, “Nice. Nice”, Kent focused back on his game. Tim, your other roommate, came stumbling out of his room. “Ah, fuck!”, he let out an exhausted sigh. “What’s the matter?”, “Oh, hi, the new bed. I can figure it out to put together. Look at this...”, Tim pointed towards just a pile of planks and the four sides of the bed frame. “Oh, dude...”, you and he went into the room, closing it. You dropped your bag in the door...
Two hours later of studying an IKEA Manual, the thing was finally standing. A few screws and some brute force were to make everything fit. As you were exiting the room, you could see your backpack lying on the counter. “Hey, Kent, did you search my bag”, “Huh? Yeah, needed a charger for my phone”, Kent half-heartedly answered as he clenched the controller. You went over to the counter and saw that all your stuff was spreading everything. Annoyed, you shove everything back. To your shock, the pocket in which the gun was laid was wide open and the gun missing.
“Alright, that’s it”, Kent jumped up from the couch and wandered back into his room. Did he steal it? “Hey, that gun, where did you put it?”, you shouted after him. “Oh, the toy, threw into the trash.”, Kent went into his room and shut the door. “The Trash?”, you shouted, but of course there was no answer. Hastily, you ran down the stairs, hopefully nobody picked up. If they find out that it is not just a toy, you would be in trouble.