Dim lights from the window frame pierced through the kitchen, casting a gloomy glow around Raph.
It wasn't like he had not heard her coming, of course he did. But she wouldn't reveal herself if she knew he was aware of her presence already and he didn't want to spend unnecessary energy to force her out. So, this outcome was convenient.
Raph remained still for a moment, then hesitated as he attempted to turn around. She grasped the back of his shirt tightly and pressed the knife further, freckles of blood dribbling down as she said hoarsely.
"Don't move".
Well now that he coaxed her out of hiding, planning what to do next was delicate. Whoever this girl's identity was, pointed clearly to being their chef and the tone of her voice was laced with a hidden fear. A fear she tried desperately to hide by being tough but he could easily point it out.
