NYXBLACK

After a failed career move and a desperate need for a fresh start, Lena Carter moves into Oakwood Apartments—an old, quiet building on the edge of the city. The rent is cheap, the neighbors keep to themselves, and everything seems normal.

Until she meets Damien Hale, the enigmatic tenant in the apartment above hers.

Damien is strange, intense, and knows far too much about Oakwood’s secrets. Secrets like Apartment 3B, which has been empty for months—despite Lena hearing noises from inside. Secrets like the mysterious disappearance of Ryan Thomas, the last person to live there.

Then one night, Damien gives her a key.

To Apartment 3B.

Inside, Lena finds more than just dust and forgotten walls. She finds footsteps that don’t belong to her. A chair that vanishes when she looks away. And whispers in the dark that seem to know her name.

Now, trapped between paranoia and reality, Lena realizes she’s caught in something far more dangerous than she ever imagined.

And Damien? He isn’t just a neighbor.

He’s the only one who can help her survive.

But only if she follows the rules.

And rule number three is the one she’s already broken:

If you ever find a door open when you know you closed it—don’t go inside.

PS: it's parentally suggested cause it is really psychologically dark so read at your own mental risk muaaah :)

UNDER HIS SHADOW

INT. OAKWOOD APARTMENTS – MORNING

Even after Damien left, the feeling of being watched never went away.

She kept the lights on all night, heart pounding at every small noise. But morning came, and with it, a sense of ridiculousness.

Was she really losing it this fast?

Now, standing in her small kitchen, she stared at the key Damien had returned to her.

But she kept thinking about the way he had handed it to her—so casual, so sure.

Had she actually dropped it? Or had he taken it?

Determined to stop spiraling, Lena decided to get out of the apartment.

As she stepped into the hallway, she nearly bumped into an elderly woman.

"Ah, you must be the new girl," the woman said, eyeing Lena with a sharp gaze.

Lena hesitated. "Uh, yeah. Lena Carter."

The woman nodded. "Winters. I live downstairs. You should be careful here."

Mrs. Winters glanced down the hall—toward Damien's door.

"There are people here who… don't belong."

A chill prickled Lena's skin. "What do you mean by that?"

The old woman's expression darkened. "You'll see." Just you wait.

With that, she turned and shuffled away, leaving Lena standing there, heart pounding.

Later that afternoon, curiosity got the best of her.

She took the stairs down to the floor below hers.

Everything looked the same—the same dim lighting, the same eerie silence. But when she passed by Apartment 3B, she slowed down.

Just like Damien's had been that first night.

A wave of unease washed over her. Something in her guts told her to walk away but she didn't.

Lena wasn't sure why she did it, but she stepped closer, peering inside.

The apartment was empty. Completely abandoned.

No furniture. No lights. Just a layer of dust covering the wooden floors.

Her stomach twisted. No one lives here?

But then—why had she heard footsteps from this floor last night?

As she turned to leave, a voice stopped her.

Lena spun around, surprised by the voice she heard behind her.

Damien stood at the end of the hall, hands in his pockets, gaze locked onto her.

She swallowed hard. "No one lives here."

Lena's breath caught. "That doesn't answer my question."

Damien stepped closer and leaned in close to her ear, and for the first time, she noticed something cold in his expression.

"Some doors," he said quietly, "are better left closed."

Lena stared at him, pulse quickening.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.

Leaving her standing there, unsure if it was a threat or a warning. She decided to go back to her apartment.

The Apartment Below