Based on his experience living here, Ryan still remembered just how annoying that kitchen door was.
It seemed like there had been a problem since the furniture was first installed, making the kitchen door slightly bigger than the frame. Every time it was forcefully pushed open, it would make that grating sound of metal scraping against tile.
Timing it in his mind, he figured the girl should have reached the kitchen door by now, but for some reason, he hadn't heard that distinctive noise.
The door hadn't been replaced,Ryan remembered seeing it closed when he was outside just a moment ago.
Could it be that the girl hadn't gone to the kitchen with something in her hands?
The footsteps had definitely sounded earlier, so where was she now?
Ryan pulled up a mental map of the room, pondering where the girl might be at this moment.