“Hmmm…” the sound slipped into the room, soft but impossible to ignore. Quin Ashford shifted under her covers, eyes still closed; she was tired; she had just moved in today and she had gone through various administration processes. She needed sleep. Muffled moaning sounds drifted through the air of the hostel room, a low, rhythmic sound that pulled Quin from sleep. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the gloom. The room wasn't pitch black; a faint bedside lamp was on, casting long, distorted shadows across the little space. The noise continued, a wet, slick sound accompanied by a sharp intake of breath, then a low, vibrating groan that seemed to vibrate against the metal frame of her bunk.Quin shifted, the cheap mattress rustling beneath her. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the sound to be something else, a dream, a stray noise from the hallway, from a phone. But the rhythm was too deliberate, too human. She lay on the top bunk, her heart hammering against her ribs, a flush of h
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