The Lucent

Four years ago, my neighbor's botched demon summoning banished our entire luxury apartment building into a cosmic void. We survived on magically-refilling fast food and the fragile sanity of our neighbors. We had weirdos, cults, and a janitor's closet with seven eyes. Life was predictable horror. Then, a new woman appeared in the food court. She was perfectly normal, eating her orange chicken like it was Tuesday. And in a place like this, nothing is more terrifying than normal.