Gabriel wasn't pleased.
Destini had been a mistake. A random tenant he shouldn't have approved, but the building had… chosen her. The gateway to his cursed world was awakening, and her presence was stirring things that should remain buried.
He watched her from the shadows, unseen. Her clumsy attempts to settle into the apartment amused him. She sang loudly off-key while cleaning, left her shoes in the hallway like a child, and somehow managed to lock herself out of her own unit twice in one week.
She was nothing special—just another naive human trying to scrape by. But the building's whispers grew louder whenever she was near, and her name in the ancient ledger…
Gabriel clenched his jaw. He would need to get rid of her before she uncovered anything. Humans were predictable, but Destini's curiosity was dangerous.
That night, as Destini sat in her living room flipping through the book she'd found, Gabriel made his move.