EPISODE 4: Whispers in the Walls
Elisa stood at the window, watching the fog curl over the mansion's garden like ghost fingers. It had been two days, and she still didn't know what she was doing here.
No one explained anything.
No one let her call home.
And Mr. Jin? Gone. Like he never appeared.
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That morning, a woman handed her a white cloth and said, "Clean the East Wing."
Elisa blinked. "Isn't that what the maids do?"
The woman didn't answer. Just walked away.
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The East Wing felt colder than the rest of the house. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made your ears ring.
She cleaned slowly, dragging the cloth over spotless glass, pretending not to notice the camera on the ceiling that followed her every step.
Then she saw it again. That door.
Room 13.
She told herself to keep walking, but her legs didn't listen.
The keypad beside the door blinked.
Green.
Red.
Green again.
Like it was... glitching. Or inviting.
She leaned in. Placed her ear gently on the wall.
Nothing at first. Just silence.
Then—
A sound.
A voice. Soft, broken. Whispering words she couldn't understand, but the pain in it was sharp enough to cut through language.
Elisa froze.
And that's when she felt it—someone watching her.
She spun around.
A boy stood at the end of the hallway. Same one she'd seen before. Tall, with a scar above his eyebrow, wearing all black like the shadows dressed him.
"You shouldn't be near that door," he said, walking toward her.
"I wasn't—" she began.
"You were listening."
He didn't smile. Didn't blink. "The house hates when you listen."
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They walked in silence to the garden.
The wind there smelled like metal.
Elisa broke the quiet. "What is this place?"
He looked past her. "A cage. Dressed like a castle."
"And that room?" she asked. "What's inside Room 13?"
He hesitated. Then was about saying something, but he stopped
He looked at her—really looked—and something flickered in his eyes.
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That night, Elisa couldn't sleep.
At exactly 3:13 a.m., she sat up in bed. The silence felt… heavy.
And then—
A creak.
From the hallway.
She tiptoed to her door and opened it just enough to peek.
Someone—or something—was standing in front of Room 13.
It wasn't Mr. Jin.
It wasn't the boy.
It was a girl in white.
Facing the door. Motionless.
And as if sensing Elisa watching her, the girl turned her head—
No eyes.
Just dark, empty sockets.
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