Who is she? The other woman
As George made his way through the city streets, his mind raced with everything that had transpired. The borrowed clothes from Amara felt strange against his skin, a constant reminder of the surreal night he'd just experienced. The streetlights cast long shadows, and he found himself instinctively avoiding them, a new habit born of his vampiric nature.
Finally, he arrived at his apartment building. As he climbed the stairs, a strange feeling settled in his gut. Something was off. He could sense presences in his apartment, hear the faint murmur of hushed voices. His enhanced senses picked up a familiar scent - Nebula's perfume.
George hesitated at his own door, his hand hovering over the knob. Taking a deep breath he didn't need, he steeled himself and entered.