An unexpected visitor brought him to quietly stand up, calling his dagger into his hand as he approached the door.
What laid on his mind was the person who stuck there the most; the man-eating hunter.
Knock. Knock.
Just as he reached for the handle to turn it, he raised his dagger in preparation before swinging it open—
"Sorry if I'm interrupting—ah?"
Stopping his blade just short of the visitor, Finn found himself greeted by the sight of light, blue hair that was quite unmistakable.
"Charlotte?" Finn recognized, lowering his guard with a shake of his head. "Sorry about that."
The young woman brushed it off with a small laugh, walking in as she was welcomed, tucking her hands behind her back, "It's alright. I'm realizing now I probably should've just called out than just knocked."
