When he reached the fourth floor, the door to 4B was slightly ajar. A cold draft smelled of expensive perfume and metallic copper. He pushed the door open, the floorboards groaning under his boots. The living room was empty, stripped of furniture, except for a single, glowing laptop on a marble kitchen island.
The story follows a building watchman who becomes entangled in the private lives and secrets of the residents he protects. ⚠️ Content Warning When he reached the fourth floor, the door