odin slides open his balcony door, flicking off some loose dust on his cigarette. his sharp eyes fix on the person just on the next balcony over. this was not his neighbor, though. this girl with ruffled short hair, tan skin, and only one open eye was someone he had never seen before.

“… who are you?” he asks, his tone cold yet still hanging onto a slight urgency. he was a very wary, paranoid man.