Andrew jolted upright from the chair as a loud bang slammed against the door. His pulse jumped, heart hammering in his chest.
"What the hell?!" he muttered, gripping the gun tighter.
The pounding came again, harder this time, shaking the frame and his nerves.
"Fuck it!"
He squeezed his eyes shut, the muzzle still pressed under his jaw, but another blow hit before he could pull the trigger.
Clicking his tongue, he slammed the gun down onto the table and pushed himself to his feet.
"I swear to God, if this isn't important, I'm going to kill whoever it is!" he grumbled as he stomped toward the door.
The moment he swung it open, he froze. A small figure stood before him, head bowed, dark hair cut short and damp from the night.
"Uh… who are you?" he asked, confusion coloring his tone.
The girl lifted her face, and the dim hallway light caught her crimson eyes. Andrew's breath caught.
