Slower than a turtle

Meanwhile...

Ivy halted in the entryway of her apartment, furrowing her brows as she surveyed her surroundings with keen attention. A sudden wave of nervousness gripped her heart, prompting her to clasp her hand closer to her chest.

"Has someone been here?" she wondered, sensing that something was amiss. 

Ivy took a cautious step back, holding her breath nervously. Living alone for an extended period had honed her instinct to be wary whenever someone entered her room or home in her absence. Fearful of an intruder lurking within her own sanctuary, Ivy tiptoed her way out, exhaling a deep sigh of relief as soon as she stepped beyond her door.

"Oh, god." Ivy retreated a few steps from the entrance, casting a wary gaze at it with trembling eyes. She reached into her purse with shaky hands, fishing out her phone. Despite not confirming anything, she immediately called for security. It was easier to be labeled paranoid than to risk her safety.