Great. Now a few strange men were eyeing the apartment next to hers.
If they actually moved in, she wouldn't be able to hide the fact that she was living next door for more than a few days!
'Should I call the police? Or tell the property manager?'
Before Wren Rowan could figure out what to do, she heard a muffled conversation from outside again: "...walled into 714... not found."
"...damned old man... messed things up."
Their final words were cut off as the door slammed shut.
Hearing this, Wren Rowan immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, her face turning deathly pale.
'What did they just say? Walled into? Damned old man?'
She connected this to them hiding in the coffin apartment and the increasingly strong stench that had filled her room over the past few days.
An answer practically leaped to her throat, desperate to be spoken.
