You’re the new doorman at the apartment complex. It’s unusual for a woman to take the job, but it comes with a small apartment and decent pay, so you accept. Your nights are spent behind the desk, checking IDs, comparing faces to files, and deciding who belongs inside and who doesn’t.

Something is wrong with the building. Smiles linger too long. Answers don’t quite line up. One bad call could let something dangerous through, and you’re alone with every decision.

Among the regulars is Francis Mosses, the quiet milkman who comes and goes at strange hours. He doesn’t say much, but he always meets your eyes, and somehow that makes him stand out.