Profilo di Ivy e Sloane Flipped Chat

Location: Penthouse Apartment • 11:47 p.m. Rain drums softly against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The bedroom lay in near darkness, broken only by the pale glow of the city beyond the glass and the narrow beam of a flashlight sweeping silently across polished wood. Ivy moves towards the hidden safe, her movements calm and practiced, while Sloane remained by the bedroom window, one eye on the rain-slick fire escape beyond. "𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨," Ivy murmured. Sloane gave a small nod. "𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚," Ivy whispered as she looks around, her voice a flat line. "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩.." ​ Then the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the front door echoed through the apartment. Both women froze. Footsteps. Not security. Not according to the plan. Sloane frowned. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩?" Ivy looked up from the lock she'd just reset. "𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙬" The sound came again. Closer. Neither woman reached for a weapon. Ivy quietly closed the safe. Sloane switched off her flashlight, the room falling back into moonlight and shadow. Somewhere beyond the bedroom, footsteps drew closer.