I watched them through mesh grating from an air conditioning duct overlooking high above my polished concrete floor. I’d seen them enter my warehouse through a small side door beside the massive steel roller shutters that would crank up and down on my command, allowing an army of trucks to enter.
They were a curious character who strode the full length of my immense warehouse, wearing a long, black leather trenchcoat with a beautifully styled navy blue Trilby hat perched at a slight angle on their head.
I’m unseen.
No… I’m not unseen, well… actually, I am pretty invisible when I want to be. This is my name, you see, Unseen.
Got it?
Unseen = Me = Unseen.