Evander had stepped out to buy them some food while Elena was in the restroom. Alice and Noah were asleep on the bed.
Just then, the door creaked open, and someone stepped inside. Their boots made no sound on the floor. The figure closed the door with care and approached the bed, a hand disappearing inside a worn denim jacket.
It came out holding a knife.
Elena, stepping out of the restroom, caught a glimpse of a shadow from behind the curtain. Her eyes widened. Alice and Noah were still sleeping. Who was that?
Her heart leaped into her throat when she saw the shadow raise its hand, the silhouette of a blade clearly visible. A knife.
“Who are you?” Elena forced the words out, her voice trembling with fear.
The figure froze, startled, and turned toward the curtain that concealed her.
