The elevator reached the eightieth floor, Grace Parker's apartment had no password.
Tracy guessed that the elevator coming down from the eighty-first floor didn't require a password.
As the elevator doors opened, the whole hall was in full view. The living room was elegantly and tastefully decorated, with greenery and flowers everywhere. The air carried a faint, refreshing scent, mixed with floral and fruity aromas, relaxing both body and mind.
Tracy didn't expect Grace Parker to be someone who liked growing flowers, and the decor felt fresh and exquisite, somewhat mismatched with her own vibrant image.
The living room was very quiet, with no one around. Tracy softly called out twice, "Is anyone here? Is anyone here?"
Not hearing any response, she assumed no one was home and was about to turn around and head back to the elevator when she suddenly faintly heard a woman's voice.
The voice was very soft, yet Tracy heard it. However, it only spoke a sentence and then fell silent.
