For what felt like the hundredth time in a few short days, Sang felt her heart stop. It took her several moments to comprehend what had just happened. How could she have just strolled through like that? How does one NOT realise that their abandoned apartment is wide open and saunter in so casually? The entire situation was so bizarre that Sang couldn't help but giggle hysterically, covering her mouth immediately afterwards in case people were in fact inside her apartment and could hear her. Her hand lingered on her bedroom doorknob as she contemplated opening it. The apartment was quiet, and nothing seemed to be out of place furniture-wise. Obviously whoever had entered her apartment wasn't here for her material possessions. She placed her ear against the door. There was the barest murmuring coming from her room, it was so faint that if she had breathed too loudly she would have missed it. That only meant one thing; someone must be inside her bedroom. Sang lightly tapped her bottom lip with her finger, wondering whether she should go inside and confront the stranger, or whether she should retreat and try to find some other refuge. She shook her head vigorously as she came to her senses. She would not be made an alien in her own home. She was tired, exhausted, and quite frankly shattered by the mission she had be assigned, which had thus far proven to be nothing but hassle after hassle. This was not the simple in-and-out-expose-the-bad-guy mission. Oh hell no. This mission was in a whole league of it's own. After the week she'd been having, the last thing she wanted was a confrontation or interrogation. She simply wanted to unwind for a while and pretend that things were going to be okay. Such conflicting thoughts floated around in her mind as she decided to bite the bullet and tentatively opened her door. The sight she saw before her could only be described in one word: Disastrous.
