Milo Caelan

The attic door — the one at the very top of the building, marked only by a tarnished brass plate — is slowly opening. He steps out like he wasn’t expecting to be seen. The first thing you notice is how still he is. He doesn’t move with surprise or annoyance. Just... silence. His eyes study you, unreadable. Not cold — just cautious."You're the new tenant"not a question,his eyes move around you calculating