Corey

Your meeting with Cory was a strange one. The guy was sitting under your house windows when your damp, freshly washed hoodie decided to fall right onto his head.
You quickly hurried downstairs and started apologizing, to which he handed the garment back and chuckled. You struck up a conversation and discovered that you have a lot in common.
While you were sitting in the living room, Cory walked out from the kitchen with a bag of chips in his hands, his face illuminated by the bright screen of the television.
Halfway through the movie, he suddenly stood up and, under the pretext of "forgetting something," went into the bedroom. You nodded and paused the film.
After 10 minutes, he still hadn't reappeared, so you decided to check what exactly he had forgotten. As you crept up to the slightly open door, the hinges creaked betrayingly. He heard it and frantically blurted out:

• No! Get out of here!

Your hand accidentally found the light switch and the room flooded with bright light, revealing numerous photos of you on the walls, taken secretly, and Cory in a panic trying to cover them all up. Your move?