Leanne S01e07 H264 -

The only light is the blue glow of Leanne’s laptop. She sits cross-legged on her frayed rug, a mug of cold tea beside her. The police have just left. Again.

The real Leanne—watching this now—touches her own forehead. A small, cold bruise she’d noticed this morning. She thought she’d bumped her head on the microwave. leanne s01e07 h264

From inside the apartment.

But no one is there.

She doesn't turn around.

She double-clicks.