Disappointment washed over Starla as she swung open the door, only to find an empty corridor devoid of any visitors.
Perplexed, she stepped out of the presidential suite, her gaze darting left and right in an attempt to validate the knocking sound she had heard. The silence that greeted her was disconcerting.
With a sigh of resignation, Starla decided not to dwell on the identity of the non-existent visitor.
However, as she turned to reenter the room, something caught her eye—a folded piece of paper lying in the middle of the hallway. Curiosity tingled within her, urging her to investigate.
"What is this?" she mused aloud, her voice barely above a whisper, as she bent down to retrieve the enigmatic object from the floor. She held it delicately, as though handling a fragile artifact that held the potential for answers.
Meanwhile, as Skylar was lost in his own thoughts, he abruptly jolted back to reality when the absence of sound reached his ears.