Arden’s POV
I stepped outside my room without much effort despite the fatigue accumulated within me, and I still held a blank look on my face.
My gaze scanned the entire ninth floor, observing if there were any abnormalities to look out for.
And there was.
One of the rooms, or rather the one I'd given Elize, had its doors slightly open.
I'd been observing the raccoon for over three months, and I could tell she was a lot of things: silly, strange, dangerous on a mild scale, but she wasn't clumsy.
Leaving her door open meant something had happened, so I went to check it out.
I moved with unhurried steps, not because I was worried, but because I was curious. I couldn't care less if she died.
Sure, she had her uses, but that was just it; I wouldn't bat an eye if anyone died, probably
