Her family

They reached the landing on the seventh floor, and Aeisha's legs felt like lead as she pointed to the door of apartment 7A. Scott's eyes lit up with excitement as he read the number on the door, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"Perfect," he muttered to himself, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Right next to my other target."

Scott's gaze lingered on the door to apartment 7B for a moment before snapping back to Aeisha, his eyes narrowing as he considered his next move. "Show me pictures of your mom and grandmother," he said, his voice low and menacing, as he reached out a hand to snatch the phone from Aeisha's trembling fingers.

Aeisha hesitated, her eyes darting nervously towards the phone in her hand, before slowly bringing up a family picture on the screen. Scott's eyes lit up with excitement as he took the phone from Aeisha, his gaze scanning the image with an intensity that made her skin crawl.

As Scott's eyes scanned the image on the screen, a wide, predatory grin spread across his face. "Wow, you all look like sisters," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I mean, I know you said your mom and grandmother, but I wouldn't have guessed. You all look like you could be triplets." Aeisha's eyes flashed with anger, but she said nothing, her gaze fixed on the floor.

Mother

Scott chuckled to himself, clearly amused by his own observation. "Black don't crack, huh?" he said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "Well, I'll say. You're definitely a rare find."

Scott's eyes lingered on the phone screen for a moment, his gaze drinking in the image of Aeisha's family. Satisfied, he handed the phone back to Aeisha, his movements economical and deliberate. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheaf of papers, his eyes glinting with excitement.

Grandmother

"Right," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Let's get down to business. I think we've established that you're all quite... appealing." He glanced at the door to apartment 7A, his eyes narrowing as he peered through the peephole. For a moment, he was silent, his face pressed against the door.

Scott's eyes remained fixed on the peephole, his face twisted in concentration. The muffled sounds of whispers drifted through the door, but he couldn't quite make out the words. He strained his ears, his grip on the door tightening as he tried to discern the conversation on the other side. The whispers grew more urgent, the tone unmistakably laced with fear. Scott's lips curled into a sly smile as he savored the sound, his mind racing with anticipation.

Suddenly, the whispers ceased, and an oppressive silence fell over the hallway. Scott's gaze lingered on the peephole, his eyes burning with an unspoken hunger.