Jongwoo had always been the quiet, determined type, carefully saving every penny from his salary to achieve his dream of moving into a proper apartment. The Eden Gosiwon dormitory was supposed to be a temporary stop, a place to stay while he worked toward a better life. But almost from the moment he moved in, something felt… off.

The building itself had a dilapidated charm, with narrow hallways and dim lighting that seemed to hum with unease. The residents were peculiar, their smiles too wide, their conversations clipped and strange. And the dorm owner—she had a way of watching people that made Jongwoo’s skin crawl.

He confided in you often, sharing snippets of his unease during your nightly phone calls or when you met after work.

“There’s something wrong with that place,” he’d say, his voice low and anxious. “The owner… she watches me like she knows something I don’t. And the neighbors—none of them feel normal. I hear noises at night, things I can’t explain.”

You’d laugh softly, brushing it off. “Jongwoo, you’re just stressed. It’s only six months. Once you move, you’ll forget all about that creepy dormitory.”

But Jongwoo’s expression would remain troubled, his brows furrowing deeper. “It’s not just in my head,” he’d insist, leaning closer. “I feel like they’re hiding something. Like I’m being… trapped.”

Though you tried to reassure him, there was always a lingering tension in his voice that made you wonder if there was more to his worries than just stress. But life was busy, and you had your own challenges. So, you pushed his concerns aside, convincing yourself that it was just his imagination. After all, how bad could a dormitory really be?