Cult of the soul

Damian I

It was loud, nothing out of the norm however and he knew that, but that wouldn't stop him from hating the racket of it all. He walked up the cold,wet stone steps to the door of his apartment building closing his umbrella as he did so,
"back late again are we Mr Magdelum?"
the receptionist said her cold blue eyes emptied of any empathy,she looked at Damian as if he had just killed her husband (if anyone was brave enough to marry her).
"Sorry Ma'am..."
He kept his head down not daring to look her in the eye. Luckily his room was down the hall so he didn't have to walk far, he walked softly but his footsteps still echoed being the only noise in the whole building no doubt. Damian reached into his pocket for his key he was relieved he hadn't lost it or been pick pocketed he didn't want to have to talk to her again believe it or not he didn't have a death wish,yet.

The rusty,little bronze key turned in the door click.He pushed it open making an effort to not tooth anything but the handle,to avoid any more splinters than he already has, Damian walked into his apartment it looked right but something was off,it was almost uncanny. Everything was still in the same place as this morning: the curtains were neither open nor closed, his half drunk cup of tea was still there but now cold, a few plates and utensils  in the sink urging to be cleaned, his glitchy laptop still open and about to die so yeah he didn't know what was wrong but it just was.

But then he looked to his right
"What the hell...?"

It was a girl...she kinda looked like a girl anyway, she had short,shaggy ginger hair, cobalt blue eyes but the sclera (which are usually white) was pitch black, she looked around Damian's age so 19 at least well that's what they dressed like, black button down with a classic camouflage jacket, some ripped patchwork jeans with fishnets underneath and maroon boots. But there was another odd thing about her, other than her just randomly being sat in the corner of his apartment, she was partially translucent she wasn't completely see-through but you could see a blur of objects through her body.

Damian wanted to scream but didn't want to risk waking the whole city so he instead spoke in a distressed whisper
"Who...what...how?!"
He hoped his words were coherent to her because they certainly weren't to him.