Sera’s POV
It’s almost midnight when I finally turn off the light.
The dorm hums with faint noises water running somewhere, someone laughing down the hall. I’m just starting to drift off when a sound cuts through the quiet.
A knock.
Not loud, but firm.
I sit up, heart already in my throat. Marisol’s not back yet she texted an hour ago saying she was crashing at a friend’s place.
Another knock.
I climb out of bed, feet silent on the floor, and cross to the door. “Who is it?”
Silence.
My pulse hammers. I peek through the peephole. A figure stands in the hall, back turned. A man, tall, dark jacket. He doesn’t move.
Then he turns slightly, just enough for me to see his face or maybe I only catch the outline. Older. Sharp. Unfamiliar.
I step back from the door.
The figure stays a fe
