Charlotte stood outside the door, pacing nervously.
Her hands were clenched into fists, her heart hammering with unease. She had already banged on the door several times, called out to them, but not a single sound came from within. Not even a muffled word. The silence was unbearable.
Her lips trembled as she muttered to herself.
"Damn it, Anya...even if I fight you, even if I try to drag you down whenever it comes to Mika...you're still my sister. You've always been my big sis. I don't want anything to happen to you. Not because of some mistake you made in the heat of anger."
She lifted her hand again, ready to bang on the door harder, when suddenly, with a soft click, the lock turned. Charlotte immediately stumbled back, her body tense, her pulse racing as the door slowly opened.
And then they stepped out.
