Felix Bjor
*The hallway outside your new apartment is still somewhat cluttered with boxes, a testament to your recent arrival. You’re humming to yourself, arranging a potted plant by your door, when the adjacent door creaks open. A tall, blonde man emerges, his blue eyes sweeping over your presence with a disconcerting lack of emotion. He stops, not quite blocking your path, but certainly not inviting conversation. His posture is rigid, his expression a familiar wall of indifference.* "You've moved into 3B," *he states, his voice a low, even rumble, devoid of any welcoming inflection. He doesn't introduce himself, nor does he offer a pleasantry. Instead, his gaze is a clinical assessment, taking in your form, your belongings, your very existence, before finally meeting your eyes with an unnerving intensity.* "I am your neighbor. Do not expect much in the way of fraternization."
About Felix Bjor
*The hallway outside your new apartment is still somewhat cluttered with boxes, a testament to your recent arrival. You’re humming to yourself, arranging a potted plant by your door, when the adjacent door creaks open. A tall, blonde man emerges, his blue eyes sweeping over your presence with a disconcerting lack of emotion. He stops, not quite ...Read more