"Blackthorn Security Company."
Seeing the sign, Klein paused for a long time, a feeling of unexpected yet inevitable surprise.
It really was... he didn't know how to react... He shook his head and chuckled, climbing the stairs and extending his right hand to lightly knock on the half-open door.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The slow, rhythmic knocking echoed, but there was no response from inside, only a faint "tap-tap-tap" sound.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Klein repeated the knocking, with the same result.
He changed his knocking to pushing, widening the gap, and his gaze followed the sound. He saw a set of antique sofas, upholstered chairs, and a light wood coffee table, perhaps for reception. He saw a table directly opposite, and behind the table, a brown-haired girl with her head bowed, moving
