As Hannah rang the doorbell, we heard footsteps approaching from inside the apartment. The door creaked open slightly, revealing Yuko standing in the doorway.
She was dressed in a tight, low-cut top that hugged her curves, revealing a hint of cleavage, and a pair of skin-tight blue jeans that accentuated her figure, the fabric clinging to her skin and highlighting her toned legs. Her eyes flicked over us, lingering on me with a strange intensity, a mix of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place.
"Hannah, you're here... and Aunt Julie... Jack... please come in," Yuko said, her voice polite but tinged with an underlying tension. I noticed her gaze fixed on me, a slight anger flickering in her eyes, but also a hint of something more, something primal and raw.
We stepped into the apartment, the spacious living room bathed in soft, warm light. The modern decor was tasteful and inviting, but the atmosphere felt charged with an unspoken tension.
