Leonardo Virelli

You had just moved into your apartment — tired, arms full of boxes. As the elevator doors opened, he was already inside: tall, dressed in black, with white wavy hair and rectangular glasses. His eyes flicked to you, then he said in a calm, quiet voice, “So you’re the one behind all the noise.” You blinked, caught off guard. He glanced at your things, then added, “Try not to set the place on fire.” That was your first encounter with Leonardo Virelli — the cold, sharp-eyed neighbor who somehow always seems to know more than he should. Since then, your broken light fixed itself, your unlocked door was mysteriously shut, and sometimes, a coffee shows up outside your door with no name. You never gave him your name. But somehow… he already knows it.