Framed as a Peeping Tom, but I'm Blind
As soon as I've moved into my new home, Rebecca Zangler, the white-collar office worker who lives across from my apartment calls the cops on me. Her reasoning is that I've been peeping on her whenever she's taking a shower because my unrequited love toward her has transformed into brimming hatred and resentment.
When the police show up, Rebecca starts crying her heart out. Then, she begins berating me.
"You pervert! Every night, you're the one peeping at me with your binoculars! You even uploaded my photos to the Internet!
"I saw everything, you know! Those eyes of yours are nothing but lecherous! You really are disgusting!"
My neighbors begin pointing at me while mumbling about me. Someone even comes over and starts roughing me up and calling me a scumbag.
"Perverts like him should be chemically castrated!"
"He looks decent at first glance, but you'll never know that he's actually a peeping Tom!"
When faced against everyone's backlash, I take off my sunglasses quietly, revealing my cloudy eyes.
"Officer, may I ask how can a blind man like me peep on others in the first place?"