Your job as the doorman.

You’re know remember calling D.D.D on Marcos…his words ringing through your own head

“So. I’ll just be back.”

Is what he said before getting handled by the D.D.D with you

you entered your apartment, kicking off your shoes and turning on the light.

Your eyes widen as you see him. Marcos the artist. Standing in your house.

“So Why’d you call them?..” He said, walking towards you. The sight made you feel so uneasy.…