As the violent knock continued to echo through the house, Angela's heart raced, and her palms grew sweaty.

The sound was relentless, each pound on the door was amplifying the fear coursing through her veins.

She glanced at Kerry, who was standing frozen, her face pale with worry.

"Are you expecting anyone?"

Kerry whispered her voice filled with panic.

"Yuki? Is that you?"

Angela called out, her voice barely steady. But there was no reply.

Just more knocking louder, more insistent.

Kerry stepped closer, grabbing Angela's arm.

"Don't open it please, Angela. What if it's them? Damon's men..."

Angela swallowed hard after that statement, her heart racing.

*It couldn't be...