My Mysterious Girlfriend

I sat down on the couch and waited quietly. After a few hours, I heard the sound of the man's footsteps coming from the stairs. I quickly lowered my head and pretended to scroll through my phone. My hair slid past my cheek and covered half of my face. The thunder sounded outside.

The footsteps stopped.

"Why are you sitting there like a ghost, scaring the hell out of me?" the man muttered, his curses revealing a hint of drunkenness. Still not satisfied, he went to the kitchen to get more alcohol, where my sister had already replaced the outer row of alcohol with the strongest imported liquor. In a corner of the kitchen cabinet lay a sharp kitchen knife, which my sister had sharpened to an unparalleled degree.