This must've been the very first time Yumi had ever seen this particular door left even slightly ajar.
It wasn't wide open by any means—just a small crack—but it was enough. Enough for the thin line of light from inside to slip into the dark hallway and catch her eye. Enough to make her freeze on the spot.
And with that faint light came the unmistakable sounds of moaning.
Her chest tightened. For reasons she couldn't understand, she felt her body moving on its own, drawn in closer to the source of those voices. Normally, she wasn't the type to do something like this. She was never the kind to peek into someone else's privacy. She prided herself on self-restraint. On knowing boundaries. On respecting the personal space of others.
