Courtney: koli bandı hakimiyeti

Courtney stumbled through the front door, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the living room. The party had been exhausting, and all she wanted was to collapse on the sofa and unwind. The soft glow of the streetlights filtered through the window, casting a warm ambiance over the familiar space. That hum of the city outside seemed distant, a soothing backdrop to her fatigue. As she closed her eyes, a sudden banging noise jolted her back to alertness. It was sharp, insistent, and unmistakably close. Courtney frowned, her head tilting toward the sound. It came from the front door—a banging that didn't sound like a neighbor or a delivery. Her heart quickened as she pushed herself up. . She hesitated, her hand hovering over the knob. Who could it be at this hour? With a deep breath, Courtney turned the knob and pulled the door open. Before she could utter a word, a figure in a black balaclava lunged forward, his hand clamping over her mouth.