Before entering the apartment, Kyle had considered many ways things could go south, ranging from Simon coming home early, to him leaving some sort of incriminating evidence behind. The moment he heard the spoon fall down, the teenage boy practically felt his heart drop to his feet. Without hesitation, he used the tape in his hands to cover the gangster’s mouth to recreate the scene exactly as he had found it in.
He knew that it was too late to leave the room. Simon would either hear or see him long before he could make it into another one, so Kyle quickly hid in the one place most people would normally ignore, behind the door they would open.