@bciskabsdis -- The warm night air touched her skin and the skirt of her silk robe floated in the air lightly.
Step by step, Conny was moving upwards, trailing her hand along the wall. Dammit, Conny: why have you forgotten about the gun?!
Remaining silent, she finally faced the door --
@bciskabsdis Conny gasped scared: lips parted, she frowned her eyebrows slightly locking her eyes at the stairs. The stairs that lead to her bedroom. . .
". . .What the. . .?"
She wasn't sure if it was a good idea to check it but.. something lead her there.
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