News about the Blue Building that kills its residents stormed the headlines. Newspapers, news channels—everywhere.
It had become the center of attention in our area… if not the entire country.
And somehow, I could smell the scent of the Specter Organization or the N.U.L.L organization drifting from that strange tower.
"Aren't mysteries supposed to remain secret from the world?"
Yet people talked about the building's strangeness as if a dam had burst open. Some had already begun crafting theories and spreading rumors.
I scrolled up and down my phone screen.
But the same news kept appearing.
[The mystery of the Blue Tower.]
No matter how hard I tried to avoid it… the story kept resurfacing in front of me.
Until my eyes caught a new notification.
[I successfully infiltrated the Tower of Horror… look what happened?!]
The title of the livestream was incredibly cheap and sensational.
Still… I couldn't resist my curiosity.
And just like its name… the content was exactly what you'd expect.
In order to scare the viewers, the streamer had hidden inside an old wardrobe and kept rambling endless nonsense.
So much nonsense… that I actually began to feel sleepy.
Honestly… it reminded me of my university days.
The comments were far more entertaining than the content itself.
'Should I leave a comment?'
Suddenly the streamer screamed and jumped from his place.
The screen went completely dark.
[Officer! I can explain!]
We couldn't see anything, but from the sounds we understood what had happened.
'He got arrested.'
Maybe the streamer should switch his content from horror to comedy.
A moment later the phone was lifted from the floor, and we could finally see the police officer.
For some reason… she looked familiar.
Something about her face stirred a memory, yet I couldn't quite place it.
[Are you filming?] she asked, casting a burning glare at the phone.
[Sorry! I'll turn it off right away!]
Just as he was about to end the stream—
[**BANG.**]
The sound of something slamming echoed loudly.
The officer froze.
Her expression hardened as she slowly turned toward the door.
The door began to shake again.
Harder this time.
'Oh God… is this real? Is this actually real?'
The scene suddenly turned surreal.
The officer moved with swift precision, grabbing the doorknob and holding it firmly—preventing whatever was on the other side from getting out.
[Get out of here right now!] she shouted at the streamer.
The image shook violently.
We could almost feel the panic through the camera movement.
Even the comment section suddenly went silent.
The camera now pointed toward the ceiling of the corridor.
'Did he drop the phone while running away?' I guessed.
The banging grew louder.
The doorknob twisted violently.
Amid the chaos, the officer's voice could be heard through the noise.
[Sir… it's on the ninth floor… the fir— I'll try—]
The rest of her words were drowned out by the crashing sounds.
And then…
Everything stopped.
The pounding.
The struggle.
The noise.
All we could see was the corridor ceiling.
So none of us knew what had happened inside that deadly silence.
Until a voice broke it.
[I'm stuck in here. Can you open the door?]
It was a woman's voice.
'What happened?'
I was stunned by the bizarre turn of events.
Could it be a Specter?
Or an actual person?
I wasn't the only one curious.
The comment section erupted with the same question.
Then the officer answered, ending the storm of speculation.
[Sarah Al-Mayez? What are you doing here?]
It was a name that almost everyone seemed to recognize.
Except me.
The comments exploded.
[SaturnSolved]: Sarah? That Sarah?
[WhyAreWeHere]: The crazy journalist who exposes officials? Who's getting exposed this time? Hehe
She must have become famous during the three years I spent in a coma.
[RoosterTail]: The coward chicken ran away and left two women to guard his ass haha! Damn masculinity haha!
The rest of the chat was filled with jokes and laughter.
But…
'Was I the only one seeing this?'
While the phone continued filming the ceiling, I noticed a dark stain I hadn't seen before.
I leaned closer to the screen.
Trying to get a clearer look.
My entire body stiffened.
Because of what I saw next on the screen—
Something no one else seemed to notice.
Another dark stain appeared.
Then another.
Then another.
On the ceiling.
They looked like ...footprints.
I almost screamed to warn the officer.
"Above you! On the ceiling!"
But then I remembered—
This was a livestream.
Not a phone call.
'What do I do? What do I do?'
I forced my trembling fingers to type, but the words came out messy.
[Orchid]: Watch out! The ceiling!
Someone, please… just look up.
[RoosterTail]: What about the ceiling?
[WhyAreWeHere]: Is this some bot trying to scare us lol
[SaturnSolved]: I bet it's the coward who ran away
My comment was swallowed by the endless flood of mockery.
'No… what do I do?'
I looked around desperately, even pulling at my hair.
I didn't see any Specter nearby to warn them.
But I could feel it.
Something terrible was about to happen.
Just as my eyes fell on the black sphere in the room, a calm, deep voice suddenly spoke.
A voice I could never forget.
[ officer, what happened here?]
'Suleiman.'
Yes.
It was him.
The moment half his body and face appeared on the still-running livestream, I was certain.
[Hm?]
His gray eyes fell upon the phone with mild surprise.
He bent down and picked it up.
Now the camera showed his feet.
That same polished shoe—spotless as ever.
His trousers perfectly pressed without a single crease.
The comments exploded again.
[SaturnSolved]: My god! Did you see that?! Is he an actor or what?
[WhyAreWeHere]: Heartbreaker incoming!
'How can I get his attention through this annoying flood of comments?'
I didn't hesitate.
I was afraid he might end the stream.
"Is this recording?" he murmured, noticing the livestream.
He was already about to turn it off when—
[Orchid]: Mr. Suleiman! Wait!
[Orchid]: THE CEILING!!
And then…
The stream ended...