The night was unusually quiet.
The wind had stopped, and even the leaves refused to move.
Ayan stood near the window, staring into the darkness outside. His eyes were calm, but his mind was not.
Something felt… wrong.
He didn't know why, but his heart was beating faster than usual.
It had been three days since the strange dream.
A dream that felt too real to be just a dream.
In that dream, he saw himself standing in the middle of an empty road.
No people. No sound. No light.
And then… a voice.
"You are not who you think you are."
Ayan closed his eyes tightly.
That voice… it was still echoing in his head.
Suddenly—
A loud noise broke the silence.
Bang!
He quickly turned around.
The door was slightly open.
But he clearly remembered…
he had locked it.
Ayan slowly walked toward the door.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
His hand reached for the handle.
And just before he touched it—
A whisper came from behind him.
"Don't open it…"
Ayan froze.
His breath stopped.
Because…
He was alone in the room.