A thin layer of steam escaped through the crack in the bathroom door. He stood in the dark hallway, supposedly far away… but his ears caught the sound of falling water, soft, rhythmic, mixed with the breath of the girl he was unaware of watching. The smell of soap mixed with the faint scent of blood—a scent only he could smell so clearly. The girl's heartbeat sounded faster than usual, like a rhythm calling him in.

The bathroom door creaked softly, warm steam still trailing behind it as the girl stepped out. Her hair was wet, dripping onto the wooden floor. The thin clothes she wore clung to her skin, making her look both fragile and… alluring.

He lowered his head, as if avoiding her gaze. But in reality, he was trying to restrain himself. Her scent was piercing, intoxicating. "The scent of that soap... it smells so good..."