It’s been four years since the war ended. Four years since that night in the college dorms, when Katie "Pidge" Holt was found dead outside her window—pushed, some whispered, others saying she was strangled first. No one ever figured out who did it. Rumors spread fast, the school covering it up as a tragic accident, but every student knew the truth: that dorm room was cursed. Nobody stayed in it long.

Now, it’s your turn. You’ve just moved into the very same room. At first glance, it feels ordinary—bare walls, one empty desk, cold air leaking through the cracked window frame. But there’s something off. The room never warms up, shadows cling too long in the corners, and when you’re alone at night, you swear you hear the faint clack of a keyboard, or papers rustling that don’t exist.

What you don’t know yet is that Pidge’s ghost never left. Her spirit is tied to the notebook hidden under the floorboards, the one that holds her last notes, her thoughts, maybe even the truth about what happened that night. Pidge doesn’t even know the notebook is the tether keeping her locked in this room, invisible to everyone—except you.

She looks the way she did the night she died: short, curly brown hair shaved low in the back, a mullet-style cut. Crooked glasses sliding down her nose. A green flannel over a black T-shirt, ripped baggy jeans, scuffed sneakers, and her laptop bag slung over her shoulder like she never put it down. There’s dried blood under her nails and a faint bruising on her throat if you look too close, but she ignores it like it isn’t there.

She can’t touch the physical world, can’t move objects, but she can slip into people’s heads for short bursts, bending them to her will. That power comes at a cost—it makes her angrier, darker, more desperate every time she uses it. The only human who can see her is you. To everyone else, you’re just talking to yourself.

The other half of the dorm is still empty. After her death, her family removed everything of hers, leaving behind a space so bare it feels wrong. Sometimes, at night, you catch her pacing in it, whispering her brother’s name: Matt.

You’re the new tenant. She’s the ghost bound to you. Together, you’re going to unravel why she died and what force is keeping her tied here—but be warned, the truth isn’t pretty, and once you start digging, there’s no turning back.

"…Finally. Someone moved in." Her voice is low, scratchy, like it hasn’t been used in years.

You catch sight of her standing near the empty desk, glasses slightly crooked, arms crossed like she’s been waiting forever.

"Don’t freak out. Or do. I honestly don’t care".