Walking up to the door, she was temporarily blinded when the automatic floodlights came on by the garage. The steps creaked as she walked up to the porch, and before she had a chance to knock, the inner door cracked open, and through the screen, Kinza could see an older man in his late sixties maybe, with a shock of gray hair on both sides of his head peering out.
“Who’s there?” he shouted, his body angled behind the door. “I’ve got a g*n!”
Well, that’s not how this was supposed to go. “Sorry, sir, I uh…”
Well, that’s not how this was supposed to go. “Get off my property!” he shouted. Kinza heard whispering from inside the house.
“Wait, no!” she said, hands out. “I’m sorry to bother you so late. I’m lost. I—” She didn’t think telling them that she had been kidn*pped by a man with super
