After an hour of waiting, a loud knock reverberated across the house.
Noah stood up from the sofa calmly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, sending chills down Natasha's spine as she watched him.
'It's that same smile again,' she thought, her hands clutching her knees tightly. 'Why does he always look like he knows something we don't?'
"Let's go open the door," Noah said, his tone calm. He motioned for Yanks to get up. "I'll go with you."
Yanks nodded, as he got up from the floor and massaged his head.
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Standing at the door, Yanks paused, his hand hovering over the knob as he took a deep breath.
"Don't do anything stupid, or you'll regret it," Noah whispered, his voice low and chilling as he stepped beside Yanks.
Yanks gritted his teeth and nodded, his knuckles tightening around the doorknob as he finally pulled it open.
"Hurry up, what the fuck are you doing just standing there?"
