"Hey, Kaija Sepala, wake up."
The photography studio was dimly lit by faint silver light pouring in through the window. Not a single light in the room was on. If it were, it would give away that two people were inside of that room.
Lying unconscious on the couch beneath the windows was Kaija. Her long black coat now served as a blanket over her body, along with another black leather jacket.
Standing by the window, leaning against the wall, was the owner of the leather jacket. Juho looked down at her unmoving figure, a weary sigh slipping out.
He had only cut off her airway long enough to stop her from screaming. How had that made her pass out for two hoursstraight?
While Kaija was knocked out, he'd locked the studio door and finished delivering the remaining orders for the night.
When Juho returned an hour later, Kaija was still motionless on the couch exactly as he'd left her. Now, another hour later, she still showed no sign of waking.
