The relentless knocking at Floria's apartment door jolted her awake. She struggled to focus her bleary eyes on the clock: 7:00 AM. The memories of the previous night still clung to her, making her feel as if she were trapped in a persistent nightmare. She had barely slept, her thoughts plagued by the disorder in her apartment and the fear of what could happen next.
In a haze of exhaustion and frustration, Floria shuffled to the door, her mind racing. "Who is it?" she called, trying to keep her voice steady despite the lingering tremor of anxiety.
"Hi! I'm Vera, and these are my friends, Priscilla and Anna.We live in the building too. We thought we'd come over and introduce ourselves. We noticed you're new here," a bright voice answered through the door.
