Xiaowen opened the door and saw her holding a kitchen knife. Startled, he quickly asked, "What are you doing?"
"Shh—" Yu Xiao'ai pressed her index finger to her lips, then pointed toward the doorway, lowering her voice to say, "Someone's trying to pick the lock outside."
"Are you sure you're not mishearing things again?" Xiaowen asked incredulously.
"I'm serious, come with me." Yu Xiao'ai turned and walked ahead, motioning Xiaowen to follow.
The two had barely taken a few steps when they heard a sharp "click" of the door lock opening.
Neither of the girls had ever encountered such a situation before. Shocked, they screamed loudly in panic, "Ah—!"
The room was pitch-black, with heavy curtains blocking out all the light from outside. Yu Xiao'ai's first instinct was to turn on the lights, but in her terrified confusion, she flailed about like a headless chicken, unable to recall where the switch was.