The lights in the room were dim. A soft golden lamp glowed near the bed. Lilith stepped out of the bathroom with damp skin and fog still clinging to her lashes. A fluffy white towel was wrapped lazily around her body, and her dark hair was half-dried, falling over her shoulders like spilled ink.
She sighed softly as her bare feet touched the cool wooden floor. Her eyes shifted to the bed.
"Where is my clothes…" she murmured, annoyed.
She walked toward the bed without much thought, holding her towel tighter against her chest. But just as she reached the edge, she paused.
Tap… tap… thuk.
Her brows slowly furrowed.
There was a sound. Not from the hallway. Not from the front door. From the balcony.
Another sound came. A soft clatter. Then a faint scraping sound, like metal brushing concrete.
Her body stilled. The night breeze brushed the curtains slightly.
Lilith's head turned slowly.
