The door clicked shut.
Below them, the house went quiet. No footsteps on the stairs, no movement in the living room, no Kori-shaped noise of any kind beyond the brief sound of the front door's mechanism re-engaging. She had walked inside and stopped wherever the first chair was. Raizen knew the layout of the home well enough to map her movements through the silence - the foyer, two steps, the couch…
He slowly stood up. The motion was reflexive. He was halfway to the trapdoor before he had fully thought it through, the slate forgotten on the rooftop - and the woman behind them spoke without turning her head.
"Sit."
The word was quiet, friendly. The kind of one-syllable instruction that landed gently because the voice carrying it had no particular need to sound intimidating at all. Raizen stopped mid-step, and turned his head.
