It began with a troubled teenager—angry, impulsive, and constantly clashing with authority—who one winter afternoon wandered into the restricted maintenance area of the building. Inside, he encountered an elderly maintenance worker known only for his silence, routine, and strict adherence to solitude. What happened in that brief encounter was never fully recorded, and witnesses only recalled that the boy left shaken, and the old man never spoke of it again.
Life moved on. The building aged. People forgot.
But someone didn’t.
Years later, a mailman assigned to the same route began noticing inconsistencies—missing records, unexplained absences, and strange patterns tied to the old boiler room that had long been sealed off. What started as curiosity soon turned into obsession, as he began piecing together fragments of forgotten conversations, closed police files, and the quiet disappearance of the building’s former maintenance worker.
