Rudy stood in George's locked room, his expression a mixture of determination and concern. He had teleported to Alice's house with a specific purpose in mind. He knew that George wasn't present, giving him the opportunity to investigate the locked room without interruption. His eyes settled on the closet, a knot of tension forming in his stomach.
His hands moved toward the closet door, fingers gripping the handle tightly. He hesitated for a moment, bracing himself for whatever he might discover within.
With a determined exhale, Rudy slowly pulled the closet door open, revealing its contents. His gaze flickered over the rows of clothes, the ordinary items that filled the space. There was nothing initially unusual about the closet, and a mix of relief and disappointment washed over him. He had hoped that his instincts were wrong, that his concerns were unfounded.