The storm had eased to a steady drizzle, but Evelyn hadn’t gone home. She sat in the dim security office, the old analog monitors buzzing faintly, replaying footage from earlier that night.

Unit 47B flickered across the grainy black-and-white screen — timestamped 02:17 a.m. That was when she’d first seen the shadow. Just a quick blur of movement before the feed cut to static.

She rewound it again, slow this time. Frame by frame.

There — a shape near the corner of the unit, tall, ...