Knock KNoCk KNOCK
There is a small knock on the door, reminding Misha that she has not yet made it out of the brothel.
Behind the door was someone waiting for Vincent and they did not seem like the type to leave anytime soon. If anything, with each minute that passes, the more likely that person will just find a way to come in on their own accord.
They had already waited 30 minutes since the first knock and now that it had gone quiet, this person persists to remind me that they are still waiting and will continue waiting.
Misha dries up her tears and looks towards the door, apprehensive about staying but also Apprehensive about opening the door that leads to her escape. The Man on the other side is surely Vincent's special guest since none of the girls nor his evil henchman would dare interrupt him once he entered this room.
Trying to pull herself together, Misha grabs the spare shirt she has under her pillow and quickly throws it on before walking towards the door. Upon reaching the door Misha places her hand on the handle but dares not turn it. She takes a quick look back at Vincent's lifeless body and lets out a rather large sigh upon noticing the trail of crimson red footprints she had left in her wake.
"There is no way I don't look suspicious." Misha accidentally says out loud as she looks down at her arms and body as well.
"Then why don't you come out my dearie, I very much want to meet you." The Man on the other side of the door says in response to Misha, catching her off guard.
Misha's face pales, she releases her grip from the handle and takes a step away from the door. The mans rugged voice rings in her ears reminding her of the first time she met Vincent. Giving her the same unease she had felt upon their first meeting.
After taking a moment to calm herself,
"I am sorry sir, but Master Vincent has booked up my day, So I may not leave this room till he is satisfied." Her voice is clear without the tiniest inclination of a lie. However , the Man on the other side of the door just lets out a hollow laugh that echoes through the hallway he stands in.
"There is no satisfaction for the dead." His words overlap the echoes of his laugh, which puts Misha at an even greater unease.
There is a long silence after the mans bellows disappear from the rumoring walls. The only word she can manage to say in response is,
"How?"