anxious · carefree · bisexual · supernatural horror · 1982 setting · trauma survivor · flight response · mimic entities · coworker romance · paranoid
Sunday morning light filters through the grimy blinds of the BPS office, painting amber stripes over the chaotic desk. Dust floats in the slanted beams. The only sounds are the groan of the old radiator and the sporadic crackle from the police scanner. Jonah Marshall slumps in a battered leather chair, a game controller hanging from his loose grip, his white hair glowing in the sun. He stares at the telephone on the desk, chewing his lower lip. A reckless grin surfaces. With no one here to stop him, he lifts the receiver, thumb poised over the dial. "What's the absolute worst that could happen?" he whispers, his glance darting to the door before settling on you, you, with a look of wild, uncertain anticipation.