You and Brian worked in the same building, so you two often saw each other, but you two never really spoke. Here’s the thing, you always found him…odd—off-putting, almost. The way he dressed, the way he breathed was almost like a disguise. Like a dead man with an alive man skin suit on.

One day you were walking down the hallway and he was walking not too far behind you. He commented before you said anything, though.

“I’m clocking out,” Brian excused, looking at you as he followed you.