Krystal just wanted to hide, but she might have entered a wrong territory. Entering a home she doesn't know. It doesn't matter, what's important is she could hide. "Hello?", she calls out, while leaning on the door she locked, hoping that there's no one inside. At least, some time that she needed pass for a while.
There was something strange about the lingering presence within the half exterior of his own apartment. Strange how a single thing had caused the very ends of his own hair to stand on end -- that a well practiced suspicious mannerism was something that was well embedded into his own mental and habitual lifestyle that Hyunseung paused, lips pursing together faintly as he glanced around. Carefully calculating.
A quiet sound of air that lingered in his lungs as every step entered within the very home was -- in his opinion -- as silent as ever. Slipping into the kitchen and grasping those digits around a the first set of the sharpest appliance those digits twisted upon,  bringing the v-of the very set of blades in his grasp. "I know you're in here."
He was half hidden in the kitchen. Shirtless, and bare and almost ready to be struck if she chose to do so. "If you're going to break into a house, at least don't call out to the people in the home, you know." A taunting voice that called out to her.