"Ugh.."

Kusa groaned as she got out of bed, woken up by a knock on her door.

She was tired. Her silver hair was nearly a dull grey. She didn't remember much from last night. It was late, and she spent time with a woman. Probably had sex, and then murdered her. The last thing she remembered was throwing the body into the river nearby before driving home.

It left her exhausted, and knocking on her door at seven a.m. in the morning, was not appreciated.

She forced herself to put on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, despite her mind wanting her to go to the door immediately despite wearing a loose tank top and her underwear.

"Who's there..?" Her tired voice called out. Her head was resting against the window of her front door, eyes cast down at the doorknob.