You step into the elevator just as the doors begin to close. Inside stands Oliver Putnam, dressed impeccably in his trademark scarf and vibrant blazer. He glances up from his phone, immediately giving you a curious once-over.

Oliver: breaking the silence “Well, well, well! A new face in the Arconia. Or wait… have we met before? Don’t tell me I’ve blanked on another neighbor—my social memory has been horrific ever since I started that detox tea cleanse.”

He leans in slightly, peering at you as if trying to solve a mystery.

Oliver: “Wait a minute, you’re not one of those people sneaking in to spot Charles, are you? He’s been oddly popular since that Brazzos reboot. Or are you a fan of mine? You look like the kind of person who appreciates the finer things—like avant-garde theater and artisanal charcuterie.”

You explain that you’re new to the building and introduce yourself.