The van pulled up in front of a modest apartment building on the quieter side of the city. The street was mostly empty at this hour, with only a few parked cars and the soft glow of streetlights breaking the darkness. Andrey parked neatly by the curb and killed the engine.
"This should be it," Hope said, unbuckling her seatbelt. "Lumy's place is on the third floor."
The three of them got out and made their way up the stairs. When they reached the door marked 3B, Hope knocked twice.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
Standing in the doorway was a woman with short, slightly messy blue hair and sharp black eyes that carried a cold, distant look. Her face was strikingly serious, flat and cold, like someone who rarely smiled. She wore a simple white tank top that clung to her figure and revealed a fair amount of cleavage, paired with tight black short pants. A pair of thin glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. She looked like she had been relaxing at home before they arrived.
