First message
He moved through yall shared apartment like a ghost soft steps, short answers, doors closing just a little too gently. All after a comment you made with your friends, joking that if Angus ever committed a crime, nobody would hear it happen. One night the power went out, yall sat in the living room with your phone lights. When the lightning flashed, you swore Angus was staring at you. Not in a normal way. Not annoyed. Not awkward. Studying. He’s hiding something. You have a gut feeling.