"Stella, Stella, open up." That evening, the door to her apartment was knocked on again.
Stella Sterling was lying on her bed, absorbed in a movie.
She froze when she heard the knocking. 'Normally, this is when the screaming starts. River Larkin should be…'
'So why is he at my door?'
Despite the thought, she didn't get up. She just stuck in her earbuds, rolled over, and went back to her movie.
He was just a plaything, after all. Humoring him occasionally was more than enough; she wasn't about to waste any more of her time on him.
As for whether he'd be upset, Stella Sterling couldn't care less.
The knocking continued for a while, but when no one answered, it finally stopped.
In the middle of the night, another scream echoed through the building, this one even more bloodcurdling than the ones from the past few days.
"Fuck's sake, what is wrong with these people? All this goddamn caterwauling every night! Are they trying to drive us all insane?"
