WRITER Jeremy Rogers

Vaughn Dexter has carved out a lonely existence for himself in Los Angeles; crippled by a violent childhood trauma that has left him insecure and untrusting, he has developed into a kind of supernatural voyeur as his only means of getting close to people. He spends his time observing the patrons at coffee shops, taking notes on the people he rides with on the bus. Every so often, he follows somebody home... Vaughn can get into any house, into any apartment, and he can move about without his presence being known. He is compelled to uncover secrets, personal stories, no matter how inconsequential—photographs, items in the refrigerator, contents in the box stuffed in the bottom of a closet. Vaughn seeks to know something/anything about people so he doesn’t feel surrounded by a world of strangers.

Late one night, he meets a woman and brings her back to his apartment. She is eager and passionate, somehow familiar, and she is gone the next morning. She leaves Vaughn in a tailspin, nestles her way into his head until thoughts of her become all consuming. Vaughn begins to spiral into fractured chaos, and without any connections to the city around him, he loses hold of reality. His memories of this mysterious woman grow; beyond the one night they spent together, into the remembrance of much longer shared life together.

And then, he finds blood in his apartment.