Hospital.
Zara White had been working all night, her head throbbing with pain. As she closed her laptop and prepared to leave, she heard a knock on the door.
"Coming!"
She called out, rubbing her temples, and walked over to open the door. She saw the lock being gently turned, and the door opened.
She was momentarily stunned, and before she could react, a tall figure leaned in from outside, grinning as they closed the door behind them.
Zara stared at the man's face, unbelieving, as her face quickly paled. She stumbled backward, her gaze finally settling on the windowsill, seemingly terrified and irrational, wanting to escape through the window.
The man smiled knowingly, "Zara, this is the fourth floor, be careful."
"You..." Zara's lips trembled as she looked at him in disbelief, "What are you doing here?"
