Beneath the open window of Room 601, Lumian scaled the wall with his bare hands, aided by the protrusions, statues, and pipes. His descent was swift and steady, story after story, until he made a final leap and landed gracefully on the edge of Rue des Blouses Blanches. He grumbled under his breath, "Why am I forced to climb down from the sixth floor? I haven't done anything!"
Lumian slipped into the shadows and made his way towards Avenue du Marché.
In Room 601.
Franca cast a fleeting glance at the swaying window, adjusting her silk nightgown before approaching the slowly opening door, wearing a smile.
Dressed in a sequined red dress, Jenna stored away the spare key Franca had entrusted to her and entered the apartment.
"Why are you here so early today?" Franca inquired, blocking Jenna's path to the window, her brow furrowed in confusion.
