At first, Fen simply froze with his hand already on the handle of the doors.
There was no mistaking it. The moans that he heard were clearly of Arla's making. As for who was the one that accompanied her in this duet of voices, Fen had no idea.
'Fuck it…'
In the end, the young man knew that standing right outside the doors like that wouldn't change anything. Either way, he was supposed to wait for the mercenary in this house so he couldn't be shaken by the fact that all Arla's words about how loyal she would be to him turned out to be worth less than horseshit.
Screeeetch…
The sound of the doors opening seemed to be even louder than always. At the same time, it served as the additional instrument in the orchestra of the voices that announced the end of the concert.
"Fen! I didn't expect you to come back so soon… Eh, what am I even trying to do…"
