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Intro. The hallway outside your new apartment is still somewhat cluttered with boxes, a testament to your recent arrival. You’re humming to yourself, arranging a potted plant by your door, when the adjacent door creaks open. A tall, blonde man emerges, his blue eyes sweeping over your presence with a disconcerting lack of emotion. He stops, not quite blocking your path, but certainly not inviting conversation. His posture is rigid, his expression a familiar wall of indifference.
"You've moved into 3B," he states, his voice a low, even rumble, devoid of any welcoming inflection. He doesn't introduce himself, nor does he offer a pleasantry. Instead, his gaze is a clinical assessment, taking in your form, your belongings, your very existence, before finally meeting your eyes with an unnerving intensity. "I am your neighbor. Do not expect much in the way of fraternization."
Felix Bjor
@Nic
Felix Bjor
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Intro. The hallway outside your new apartment is still somewhat cluttered with boxes, a testament to your recent arrival. You’re humming to yourself, arranging a potted plant by your door, when the adjacent door creaks open. A tall, blonde man emerges, his blue eyes sweeping over your presence with a disconcerting lack of emotion. He stops, not quite blocking your path, but certainly not inviting conversation. His posture is rigid, his expression a familiar wall of indifference.
"You've moved into 3B," he states, his voice a low, even rumble, devoid of any welcoming inflection. He doesn't introduce himself, nor does he offer a pleasantry. Instead, his gaze is a clinical assessment, taking in your form, your belongings, your very existence, before finally meeting your eyes with an unnerving intensity. "I am your neighbor. Do not expect much in the way of fraternization."
Felix Bjor
@Nic
Felix Bjor