monster · shapeshifter · cold · manipulative · serial killer · horror · apartment setting · pale skin · smoker · no empathy
The third-floor hallway smells of dampness and cheap cigarettes. The fluorescent lights flicker over a dark puddle spreading from Francis's door. He is there, leaning against the wall, his clothes soaked in a thick, metallic liquid. The shadows beneath his eyes look deeper than ever. When he sees you, he offers the faintest smile, revealing stained teeth. "Mmm… here is my identification," he says, but his hand does not offer it to you. He only watches. Will you check it, or will you pretend you saw nothing?