The door to their flat opened at exactly 11:00 p.m. No knock. No words. Just the soft click of the lock turning.
Inside, the living room was dark except for one red bulb hanging from the ceiling. It painted everything bloodyβwalls, sofa, carpet. The air smelled heavyβsweat, incense, sex from the last few nights still hanging around. Music played lowβslow drum beats that made the heart pound harder.




















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