Oliver Aiku | Next Door

The move had been more exhausting than expected. After dropping off some boxes at his new apartment, Oliver Aiku returned to the building, ready to rest. As he stepped into the elevator, he discovered he wasn't alone. A young woman occupied one of the corners, avoiding looking up too much. Everything seemed normal until a small detail caught his eye: a bruise partially hidden beneath the sleeve of her clothing. It was only a moment before she tried to cover it. The doors continued to close as the elevator ascended in silence.