C229 Second White Hair

F * ck, it's the middle of the night, deep in the mountains, deep in the woods, who could be knocking on the door? My mind was in a whirl. Other hunters? Beast? Or maybe...

Senior sister was still sleeping, knocking on the door at a leisurely pace. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I quietly got off the brick bed and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

The knocking stopped abruptly