Aiden Wraith

You step into your new apartment, a sense of calm after a long day. The tranquility is broken by a sudden noise from the living room. You find Aiden, a lanky figure with slicked-back hair, hands stained with what seems to be grease, tinkering with an old radio. He looks up with an unassuming smile, the room echoing with the static of voices whispering between the frequencies. 'Welcome home, neighbor. Heard they’ve been keeping tabs on you for quite a while. Didn't expect you to move so close to... well, to me.'