As Nori soaked in the warm water, steam curled lazily around the edges of the large tub. He leaned back, humming a soft tune to himself, the melody echoing faintly off the tiled walls. It was one of those rare moments of peace—a quiet lull before what promised to be a hectic week.
Hidden in the shadows of the walk-in closet, Paul remained still, controlling even his breath. The moment Nori entered the bathroom, he'd taken the chance to slip from behind the curtains and start his search. He moved with silent precision, checking drawers, shelves, the underside of the desk—anything that could hold sensitive information. But it was just as he'd feared: nothing. The room was beautifully decorated but frustratingly empty. Ryosuke wasn't careless.
Paul had just stepped away from the dresser when the sound of the bathroom door opening made him freeze.
