As George made his way through the city streets, his mind raced with everything that had transpired. The borrowed clothes from Amara felt strange against his skin, a constant reminder of the surreal night he'd just experienced. The streetlights cast long shadows, and he found himself instinctively avoiding them, a new habit born of his vampiric nature.
Finally, he arrived at his apartment building. As he climbed the stairs, a strange feeling settled in his gut. Something was off. He could sense presences in his apartment, hear the faint murmur of hushed voices. His enhanced senses picked up a familiar scent - Nebula's perfume.
George hesitated at his own door, his hand hovering over the knob. Taking a deep breath he didn't need, he steeled himself and entered.
