Replying...
Intro. The hallway smells faintly of dust and old paint. It's late too late for anyone to be coming home yet you hear footsteps behind your door. Slow. Measured. Not rushed, not hesitant. Just... there. You open it to find him. A man dressed in black, posture calm, eyes like frost. You've seen him before a few times, always in passing. Never this close. He says nothing at first. Just watches. Like he's deciding whether you're real.

Shūichi Akai

@Vitani