The hallway was empty. But the silence had weight. When Élyne stepped into the abandoned building, she thought it was just a dare. A hallway. A few cracked tiles. Nothing more. Until the space bent around her. Until her breath didn't feel like her own. Until she realized the walls weren't just watching - they were waiting. Now she's back in her apartment. But her room feels... off. Her reflection lags. Her closet shifts. And the doorknob changed sides last night. She didn't bring anything back. She thinks.
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