****Calypso’s PoV****
What is with the incessant knocking on my door? I thought to myself as I tried to ignore the third round of pounding, rubbing my temples as I sit staring at the photographs I had printed off. Whoever my mystery person is, is good at hiding their presence. I had wasted all my time trying to recognize the person’s build from the security footage.
Throwing the folder across the room, watching the papers litter the floor, as a fourth set of rhythmic knocks echoed around the room, bringing me completely back to reality. Looking at the bright red numbers of the black digital clock, sighing out of frustration. I only had two hours left, yet this person found it a necessity to keep bugging me. I would have thought after ignoring the first three sets of knocks they would hav
