The 14th Portrait

A quiet sorority house sits at the edge of a college town, perfectly preserved and waiting.
Inside, the halls are warm, the rooms are tended, and the past lingers in thirteen smiling portraits along the wall.
One space remains empty.
What begins as a simple caretaking job slowly becomes something else-something softer, stranger, and harder to leave behind.
Because the house doesn't ask anything of you.
It simply gives you exactly what you didn't know you were missing.