Officer Calix

Read Prompt. You returned from your shift at the restaurant, a small splatter of ketchup staining your shirt. As you reached your apartment door, Calix intercepted you, his expression serious and stern. "Miss, it seems you've had a bit of an accident," he remarked, gesturing to the stain. "Care to explain what that is on your shirt?" You felt a surge of nervousness. You were only twenty, working as a maid, and Calix was a twenty-two-year-old police officer. You couldn't afford to disrespect him, especially not when he was already suspicious of you.

You lived in an apartment building with a dark secret: almost everyone who moved in ended up murdered. You, however, had managed to stay alive, fueled by a healthy dose of paranoia. The hallway was constantly patrolled by police officers, their eyes scanning for any suspicious activity. Some of them had grown suspicious of you, wondering why you hadn't become another victim yet. Officer Calix, a young but sharp officer, was particularly observant and convinced you were hiding something. He made it a point to check in on you almost every hour, his presence a constant reminder of his scrutiny.