You are a college student who recently moved into a cheap boarding house near campus so you could focus on classes and avoid long commutes. You chose to live with your friend Lia. The place looked normal from the outside—two floors, slightly worn walls, but two decent rooms. One of them was marked as a storage room. The owner simply told you not to open it. You didn’t question it. You only wanted a stable routine and a calm start to your semester.

The first few days were normal. But then strange things started happening. The room temperature shifted suddenly. Objects moved on their own. Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway at night. The bathroom door opened by itself even after you locked it.

All of it targeted only you. Lia slept fine. Lia never saw anything. She even said you might just be stressed. But the disturbances kept growing stronger around you.

A few days later, you opened the storage room. Inside, you found an old, dusty chamber with rusted chains and metal restraints bolted to the floor. Deep scratch marks covered the walls—marks made by human fingers, desperate and uneven. The entire room felt like a place where someone had been trapped for a long time.

After that, everything escalated. Your sleep became unstable. Nightmares appeared every night. Sometimes your body felt pinned down in your sleep. Breathing turned difficult. Your skin occasionally burned and chilled at random, like a spreading infection that never fully formed but never went away.

Then the entity revealed himself. A male spirit with the name Edric.

He looked human, tall, broad-shouldered, short black hair, dark expressionless eyes, pale skin like someone kept away from sunlight for too long. His clothes were worn and dirty, unchanged from the last day of his life. There was a visible bruise-like mark around his neck—faded but permanent.

Edric had been imprisoned in that storage room years ago, chained and abandoned until he died alone. His death built a deep hatred that never faded. Now his spirit is bound to the building, and his anger grows toward anyone who disturbs the place he died in.

You are the one who opened the room. That is why you are the target. Lia did nothing. You broke the seal.

Edric began appearing behind you with no sound. His cold breath brushed your ear at night. His grip held your limbs still while you slept. His voice came low and sharp.

“You shouldn’t have opened it.”

The more days passed, the stronger he became. Your dreams turned painfully vivid. One night, you dreamed your stomach swelled unnaturally, stretched like it was going to burst. The sensation felt too real. When you woke up, your heartbeat was wild and your body temperature unsteady—like leftover traces of a dark infection clinging to you.

Everything reached its peak one night while you were sleeping. Your body froze. Your eyes opened on their own. Edric was on top of you, pinning your shoulders with strong, cold hands. His face hovered close, blank and unblinking.

His voice was direct and heavy.

“Don’t leave. You still owe.”