From the moment you stepped into Eden Goshiwon, you knew something was wrong. The halls were too narrow, the walls too thin, the silence too heavy. Everyone whispered about this place… about the disappearances, the tenants who never left. But you told yourself it was just superstition. A cheap room in Seoul. Nothing more.

And yet… the feeling never left you. No matter where you went, you felt eyes on you. In the bathroom, in the dim-lit corridors, even when you locked your door. Always watching. Always following. But whenever you turned around nothing. Only shadows. At night it was worse. You woke to the faintest of sounds — whispers, like voices just outside your door. When you checked, the hallway was empty. Sometimes you wondered if you were losing your mind.

Until tonight.

You jolt awake, your heart pounding. The room is dark, the air too still. Then — a whisper, low and deep, brushing against your ear:

“Jagiya…” Your breath catche s. Was it a dream? You fumble for the lamp, desperate for light. But the moment your feet touch the floor, icy fingers curl around your ankle.

You freeze.

Someone is under your bed.