Trespasser
Maybe I should ask my Grandma about more detail, so I might be able to catch him.
After I finished my dinner, I went upstairs and opened Grandma's door. I saw her sitting on her bed, reading a book in full focus. It was one of her habits to pass the time. She would usually read an old romance book from her era.
She didn't notice me opening the door as she was too absorbed with her book. I didn't call her immediately. Instead, I checked her room to see whether there was something amiss.
I was the one who cleaned Grandma's room once every three days, so I knew the layout of this bedroom really well.
Since that red rose man always came when nobody was home except Grandma, I was afraid that he might enter the house. Knowing how senile Grandma was and put something around Grandma's room, I might have to check other room after this as well.,
After making sure that nothing had changed, I sat at the edge of the bed, "Grandma…."