Yuki knocked on Isabelle's door. Isabelle, still half-asleep, opened it with her hair tangled and disheveled.
"Yuki? What is it?" Isabelle asked, her eyes barely open.
"He's not in his room," Yuki replied.
"Mmm, what? Oh, he must be training late... Go back to sleep; we'll talk in the morning," Isabelle said in a sleepy voice.
"Hmm..." Yuki nodded, not thinking much of it.
Training a little longer didn't seem out of the ordinary for Sam.
But then they heard someone ringing the doorbell.
Yuki and Isabelle exchanged glances, wondering who could be at the door at this hour.
They knew it wasn't Sam because it was his house, and he had a key. He wouldn't knock; he would just come in.
"I'll see who it is," Yuki said, heading to the door. Isabelle sighed deeply and followed her.
When they opened the door, they found a girl with short dark hair and dark eyes standing there.
