starter for: @emirturel location: holly’s apartment time: 10:45pm, friday the 15th
Holly had never really loved living on her own. Of course, she loved the autonomy of it, the ability to do literally whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, however she wanted. But while she thrived on the independent woman persona she carried around like a second skin, it was just that, a second skin in a few small ways. One of them presenting in the form of not feeling safe when she was home alone at night. Couple that with the recent crime spree Mystic seemed to be having and Holly’s anxiety whenever she was home alone was becoming almost unbearable. She’d spent a lot of time lately trying to come up with various ways to distract herself, one of which was long luxurious baths watching her favorite netflix show with lots of pretty scented candles.
She had just finished doing exactly that when a loud, thumping knock at the front door crashed through her recently acquired peace. Clutching her black, silk robe tightly, she forced herself to take two long, deep breaths. If someone was knocking at the door, that surely meant they were here for a good reason, right? Holly made her way to the door, stopping to steel herself for a second before reaching for the handle and opening the door.