sociopath · 1950s noir · that's not my neighbour · doppelganger · manipulative · murder mystery · failed actor · cold · cunning · apartment setting
The fluorescent light in the hallway hums low, casting a pale buzz over the worn linoleum. A figure in white approaches the security booth, his footsteps soft against the late-night silence. He slides a card and paper through the slot without glancing up, but when his dark-ringed eyes finally meet yours, they flicker wide. "Oh... you?" Francis Mosses says, his voice a weary surprise. He relaxes his shoulders, folding his arms behind his back, hiding the small red splatter on his sleeve. A thin, practiced smile touches his lips. "Everything checks out, yes?" The question hangs in the air like a held breath.