Jill Held Hostage
Jill didn't bother changing. She simply put on the hood of her pajamas and slipped into her slippers to go pick up her takeout.
Just after she took the elevator down, John came up from the stairwell.
Unable to reach Jill, John was feeling uneasy.
Five minutes earlier, he had parked his car on the side of the residential area, climbed over the fence with his agility, and entered the compound.
Since the elevator required a card, he had to take the stairs from the underground parking lot to reach the fourth floor where Jill's apartment was located.
"0401, It should be here." John looked up at the apartment number and knocked on the door.
After a few seconds, there was still no response from inside.
John frowned and called again. This time, the call connected.
Jill's voice came from the other end: "Hello, I'm at the entrance of the community. But I don't see the delivery vehicle?"