My name is Rhetoric Inkstone.
He is a rent collector in an urban village.
Six months ago, a woman died in 404.
From then on, every rainy night, there would be a knock on the door on the fourth floor.
Someone saw a woman in a red raincoat standing in the corridor.
Someone heard someone crying in the toilet in the middle of the night.
What's even more terrifying is——
Everyone who met her later disappeared.
But I didn't expect it.
The next person who knocks on the door will be myself.
