Looking at the tightly closed apartment door, Jessica pulled a hairpin from her hair and deftly picked the lock as if it were nothing, easily unlocking the door.
She pushed the door open and stepped into the living room.
Inside, the light was on, casting a glow over a messy living room.
It was clear that the apartment's owner must be the type who liked to stay in but didn't care much for tidying up, with various kinds of convenience food littering the table and trash everywhere on the ground and on surfaces.
The apartment had two bedrooms, with one door open and the lights off, and another door slightly ajar, from which faint music and the sounds of fighting could be heard.
Jessica turned and walked over to the slightly open door, drawing the gun from her side with her left hand as she gently pushed the door open with her palm; it swung open silently, immediately letting in a beam of bright light.
