Her lips parted as he whispered to her, unsure of what to make of his words. Nevertheless, when he swung open the door and uttered the phrase “beauty sleep,” she couldn’t help but silently snort. For the life of her she could not pin down who, or what, he was. One moment he’s carefree and somewhat charming, the next he’s serious and slightly ominous. The strangest is that his two looks seemed to be mismatched between personalities. Not what they appear is certainly correct, but he seems to be the one with the most to hide.<br/><br/>Needless, what made the noise at the door, she had ascertained, had nothing to do with Victor. She decided to keep out of sight, keeping with this facade he created of being alone and asleep. Her bare feet very quietly, silently, padded a few steps to the left towards the large closet that stood taller than her. She shrunk into the shadows behind it to solidify the absence of any signs of her presence there. Her brain yelled at her for the action. This may be the dumbest thing she could do. Whoever was in the hallway was probably the only opportunity she’d have to leave. But her heart wanted to know more. This puzzle would be solved and she was resolute in her decision in figuring it out. She reminded herself once more that the rest of the tenants were only a yell away to calm herself down.