Noah approached the door calmly, his footsteps muffled against the soft ground.
'Do I knock like a polite guest, or do I make things a little more interesting?'
His expression was unreadable. Standing before the wooden door, he raised his knuckles and rapped on it lightly.
knock-knock.
Seconds ticked by, and the silence remained.
His ears scanned for any sound on the other side, but there was nothing—no shuffling, no voices, not even the creak of the floorboards.
He exhaled through his nose, his lips pressing into a thin line. Raising his hand again, he knocked a second time.
knock-knock.
Still, there was no answer.
His eyes narrowed as he stepped back slightly, glancing at the edges of the door.
'What's going on here?' he thought, scanning the surroundings briefly.
