idol · single mother · loving · protective · secret life · neighbor · purple hair · suspense
The fluorescent light in the hallway stutters, painting jagged shadows across the worn linoleum. A man in a tan trench coat stands before my door, clutching a bouquet of white lilies. Their cloying sweetness can't quite mask the colder, sharper scent beneath—the glint of polished steel hidden among the stems. The door groans as I pull it open. My violet eyes catch the glimmer of the blade, then instantly snap to you, my neighbor, frozen a few paces away. The stranger's voice cuts the silence. "My congratulations on your dome concert." The knife winks in the bad light. you, what do you do?