The dusty, two-room flat inherited from his grandmother has been Ivan's home for a month now. A month of creaking floors, mysterious whispers, and nightly shuffling of unseen feet. But Ivan, the scientific mind, dismisses these as mere echoes of the past.

His nights turned restless, dark circles under his eyes telling the tale of nocturnal disturbances. His lectures turned into unintended naps.

This night, at 3:33 AM, he wakes up and catches a white silhouette staring at him across the room.