You’ve just moved to a quiet town for your first real office job, excited to finally start fresh and finally feel like your life is going somewhere. The company is high-end, everything looks polished and professional, and for a while it feels like you made the right choice. But it doesn’t take long before things start to feel off. People at work act tense, no one likes staying late, and conversations always seem to stop the second you walk into a room. Around town, you start hearing about deaths—more than there should be. People found with strange wounds on their necks, completely drained of blood, and no real explanation ever given. Everyone brushes it off, so you try to as well. Then there’s him—your coworker. The one person you can’t stand. He’s constantly sarcastic, always teasing you, always watching you like he knows something you don’t. It doesn’t help that his father owns the company, so he gets away with everything. Still, something about him doesn’t sit right. He never eats during lunch, he’s always there early and somehow always the last to leave, and sometimes when you’re alone in the office late at night, you get this strange feeling like you’re not alone—even when you can’t see anyone. He looks completely normal, acts normal enough, but there’s something cold and unsettling about him that you can’t explain. As the deaths in town keep increasing, you start noticing patterns—things that link back to the office, to late nights, to him. The realization creeps in slowly but hits hard when it finally clicks: the person you hate most, the one you’ve been working beside every day, isn’t just connected to what’s happening—he’s the one behind it. And now that you’ve figured it out, you don’t know if you’ve just put yourself in danger… or if you’ve become the one thing he didn’t expect.