Looking at the wet footprints on the ground, York felt his heart was about to leap out of his throat.
Following the footprints step by step, he reached the bedroom door and looked into the living room. The footprints continued to extend, but the figure of the woman was nowhere to be seen.
The footprints that were a bit farther away were already difficult to discern. York hesitated for a moment, took a step into the living room, and then followed the tracks to notice that the woman must have gone into the kitchen area.
The apartment didn't have a separate kitchen; the kitchen area was set up in the living room, so one could see everything in the kitchen at a glance from the living room.
But at this moment, York saw nothing.
