Shady

“Okay.” She bobbed her head and shut her door quickly, locking it behind her. Oh gods she hadn’t expected him to figure it out this quickly. Why was her luck ...

Ky shied away from him, fearful of his increasing fury. Could she just shut the door in his face? That’s what she wanted to do. But then he could always ...

Okay perhaps gaslighting wasn’t the best option here. Not that he could touch her. That made her feel better. It meant it was working. “Sorry… I don’t know. Perhaps I’m ...

(Ohhhh shit) Ky looked at him with wide eyes, panicked. His hand felt weird going through her — like her skin was crawling. “I-I don’t know.” She shook her head ...

Oh good he was asking. “Um… I think I’m okay in here, thank you. I’ll just lock my door… do you know if he has a key to this room?”

It was unsettling. “Ah. Okay.” She cracked her door open.

“I see…” she didn’t. “Like what?”

“Oh?” She frowned slightly. You still bad to work after you died?

She’d always thought old people telling her not to get old was ridiculous. Though an avoidable outcome, admittedly, if she tried hard enough. Not dying at all wasn’t an option. ...

“Hmm…” she pulled her key out and unlocked her door. Probably would have been better not to lead him straight to her bedroom. But then again he probably already knew. ...

Ky nodded. “Where do you go when you’re not here?”

“Why’s that?”

Yeah. Soak in your guilt. They weren’t far now. And yet he was still matching her stride for stride. “What will you do the rest of the day?”

Are you? This was one of the few times she wished she was more confrontational. But she wasn’t. So she glanced over at him with a nod. “That’s good.” Liar.

“And humble,” she said dryly, cutting into the hallway on the 5th floor.