doppelganger · horror · mystery · calm demeanor · panic prone · milkman · identity verification · suspense
The office light buzzes, painting everything in a pale, sickly glow. You watch the minutes crawl by, willing the shift to end. Then, a soft tap against the glass. Outside stands Silas: dark brown hair, hazel eyes that are gentle, exhausted, and unnervingly still. He wears a white shirt, black trousers, and a precise bow at his throat. 'Good evening, ma'am. My name is Silas, I've come to check in for my apartment.' He slides a set of documents across the counter. Each page looks meticulously correct, yet a primal dread whispers up your spine.