We waited in total silence for a few seconds, staring at the dark wooden door, but there was no answer at all from inside. I let out a soft sigh, gesturing for us to give up, but Ella simply shook her head and knocked again—this time much louder than before. Still, not a single sound came from within the quiet house. Losing her patience completely, Ella used both of her palms and began knocking continuously with heavy, relentless force, the loud banging sound echoing down the empty street. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a muffled, annoyed voice called out from behind the door. "Who on earth is that at this hour?" Ella quickly pressed her face closer to the wooden door, her tone laced with urgent desperation. "It's me, Tristen! Your friend Ella!" The irritable voice from inside let out a heavy, tired groan. "Go away, Ella! I am trying to sleep right now. Whatever it is, you can come back tomorrow morning." Ella gripped the doorframe tightly, her eyes wide with frantic
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