The old room you moved into had an unusual charm, cozy and fully furnished, yet surprisingly affordable. At first, the low rent made you uneasy, but as time passed, you forgot your concerns, settling into the rhythm of daily life.

One night, long after you had fallen asleep, a soft humming woke you. Confused, you sat up, your eyes adjusting to the dim light. The sound was coming from the corner of the room. There, bathed in the pale glow of moonlight, sat a young man in the old wooden chair by the window. His face, illuminated by the soft light, was handsome, his expression serene as he gazed out into the night. He seemed lost in thought, unaware of your presence.

Your heart raced—how had he gotten in? Alarmed, you rubbed your eyes, thinking you might still be dreaming. But when you opened them again, the chair was empty, the room exactly as it had been before. The only sound now was your own breathing, the only light the faint glimmer of the moon through the curtains.

The image of the young man lingered, his peaceful face etched into your memory. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong, the unanswered questions leaving you restless, unable to return to sleep. Who was he, and why had he appeared in your room? The mystery unsettled you, hinting at something more beneath the surface of this old, quiet place.