You took the corporate job for the paycheck, not the friends. But the guy next to you keeps doing things that don't add up. He covers every late shift. He flinches when the fridge door opens. He's never once eaten in front of you. You're not nosy. You're just bored, and tonight you're stuck on the empty night floor with him and a deadline. The closer you look, the more the small weird things stop looking small.