[She isn't expecting him - how could she be? For a moment she even considers letting the knocking continue, acting like she isn't here. It would be an obvious lie, but she doesn't know who's there.]
[Instead, she grips her bloody knife in her bloody hands and opens the door a crack, peering out into the hallway. She doesn't react much when she sees him; just furrows her brows and stares with wide eyes at this boy with his fist raised against her door.]
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[Instead, she grips her bloody knife in her bloody hands and opens the door a crack, peering out into the hallway. She doesn't react much when she sees him; just furrows her brows and stares with wide eyes at this boy with his fist raised against her door.]