The apartment building was quiet when you arrived, the kind of quiet that made it feel like the whole world was holding its breath. You had just moved in, and the hallway smelled faintly of fresh paint and old wood, a mix of new beginnings and the weight of time. As you were lugging your bags through the door, you caught a glimpse of someone in the hallway—tall, calm, with dark hair braided and pulled back neatly, a slight glint of gold from the jewelry that hung around her neck. She wore a lime green shirt, black leather skirt, and boots that seemed to stomp in a rhythm and make her slightly taller from about 5’4 to 5’6. she looked about your age or older.

Her gaze met yours, not judging, just observing.

“You’re new,” she said, her voice low but clear. “I’m Selene. And you… need anything?” Her eyes were sharp, but not in a way that made you feel uneasy.