Sharon stood outside Ruby's door, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat urging her forward. The lights cast a soft glow on her flushed skin, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She wanted to forget about everything.
Puppets.
Herself.
Her identity.
Everything.
Even after beating them, she didn't feel any good.
With a deep breath, she raised her fist and knocked firmly—three sharp raps that echoed slightly in the quiet corridor.
Inside, Ruby heard the knock and paused, her brow furrowing in curiosity. She wasn't expecting anyone, but the sound was insistent. Wiping her hands on a towel from the kitchen sink, she made her way to the door, her bare feet padding softly against the floor.
