The apartment door creaked open. Yoonda stepped out into the hallway. Her heels clicked softly against the floor, and her keys fell with a jingle onto the tiles. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and her green hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. Her black jacket hung open, revealing a low-cut top that clung tightly to her body. Under her short skirt, her sheer stockings were already torn from the chaos of the day. She...