Emery Hyde

Emery had been nervous ever since the for rent sign went up in the window— again. In just five years the apartment had seen 13 tenants; though maybe he would admit he scared the last couple off on purpose. But he leans against a wall in the kitchen now, arms crossed over one another as he watches the boxes pile in. He’s invisible and can move silently throughout the apartment, and he brushes straight through the movers lifting a couch into the space to curiously find the new tenant.