The Wrong Woman

"I don't want to go in. I just want to go home," Sienna said. She felt too uneasy to enter Daniel's house.

Reluctantly, Daniel agreed to take her back. During the ride home, they exchanged contact information to keep in touch.

As soon as they arrived, Sienna quickly exited the car and hurried upstairs, almost as if she was running away.

Daniel stepped out of the car, feeling a weight in his chest as he watched Sienna rush off. He understood her need for space and decided to give her time to adjust.

After all, this was just the beginning, and rushing things wouldn't be good for either of them.

Sienna resided in a five-story, old apartment building. Its age was evident, probably around 50 or 60 years old.

Daniel strolled through the property, checking the fire hydrant's functionality. Then, he turned his attention to the weathered electrical box affixed to the wall and surveyed the nearby shops.

He saw a few hair salons in the alley next to the building. They looked open for business, judging by their storefronts and interior decor.

However, Daniel noticed something strange. No hairdressing tools were found on the counters, and the floors were spotless, with no cut hair anywhere. Plus, the salons were tucked away deep in the alley.

snapped a photo, and sent it to his colleagues in other departments with a message. "Whenever you're free, swing by

Daniel continued to scout the area for any potential

he encountered more and more peculiar shops. He even noticed a woman sitting on a bench outside one, batting her eyelashes and saying, "Hey handsome, want to hang out?" Daniel sighed and walked away. The narrow alleys among the aging residential buildings were affordable to rent, secluded, and ideal for illicit activities like this. Such places drew in unsavory characters. Feeling unsettled, Daniel

hid under her covers, her

and do some writing, but she found herself returning home with a new status-someone's

just anyone's, but

that made her feel like she was losing her mind. Wrapped snugly in her blanket, she rolled around on her bed, feeling foolish. "I

straight and patted her cheeks to regain her composure. Determinedly, she mumbled, "Pull yourself together and focus. I need

didn't have much experience with romantic relationships, she searched online for tips on "How to be a good

distance from

up to your mistakes

make

your boyfriend, and don't try

about your feelings instead

Respect your boyfriend's privacy.

screenshots and saved them before delving further into her search