Continuation of the story.

The window opened almost silently - a slight creak was heard only at the end. But this weak sound could no longer change anything. A dark, flexible figure froze on the windowsill, carefully listening to the silence. Then the night guest softly jumped onto the floor like a cat. He looked around, habitually keeping his hand on his belt. Ribbons with throwing stars criss-crossed his chest over his black shirt. Knife handles peeked out from the pockets sewn onto the leather jacket. Thin lips spread into a grin when he saw the girl sprawled on the bed. He stopped, taking in every detail with a tenacious gaze and smiling thoughtfully...