I originally just took a part-time night shift job as a caretaker in an abandoned hospital.
On the first night, I heard a metallic sound coming from the second floor, and thought it was a homeless man breaking in. However, during inspection, I saw a series of wet footprints extending from the bottom of the dark ward, and finally stopped at my feet.
I thought it was just an accident until a few days later, I heard the same sound again in the rental house; an unknown number called repeatedly and only asked me: "You heard it too, right?"
Things start to affect each other:
The extra figure in the photo, the room upstairs that was supposed to be empty, the corridor that reappeared in the dream, a stranger who claimed to have "encountered the same thing"...
I gradually realized——
What happened in the hospital that night was not an "isolated incident."
Someone, or something, was targeting me after that night.
It knows where I am.
It knows I can hear it.
It was waiting for me to return to that closed door.
And it seemed like I really had no choice.
