The air in the dorm had shifted.
Haru could feel it the moment he stepped back in.
Quiet, tense, but not cold. Just full of questions no one wanted to ask out loud.
Seojun was at the kitchen counter, scrolling his phone, a mug of something long gone cold beside him.
He didn't look up. "Check your inbox."
Haru dropped his bag and crossed to his laptop.
One new message. No sender. No subject. A file attached: VID-1703-LOCKED.mov
He opened it without hesitation.
The screen filled with shaky, handheld footage. Old. Grainer than the security video.
A narrow hallway.
The same mirrors.
Minju.
Standing just outside a practice room, clutching her phone, then slipping it into her sleeve. She looked right at the camera.
A voice behind the lens: "You can't go in there."
Minju: "I have to. They told me to be here. Room 3."
A pause.
Then the door opened from inside. A staff member Haru didn't recognize now, but he could tell by the suit that it was someone from the admin team. The man looked past Minju, into the camera.
And smiled.
The footage cut to static.
Then black.
Haru sat frozen.
Seojun leaned over. "She recorded it. Maybe she sent it to someone. Maybe… someone kept it all this time."
"But why send it now?" Haru asked.
Seojun hesitated. "Because you made noise. Maybe we aren't the only ones who remember her. Maybe there's someone else out there who never forgot. And they think you're the only one who can finish this."
Haru looked at the final frame of the video again. Minju's eyes. Not afraid. Determined.
He whispered, "Why did you go to Room 3?"
Minju appeared beside him.
Not flickering. Not fading.
Clear.
"Because that's where they told me to go," she said quietly. "That's where it all ended."
Haru didn't look away.
"Then that's where we go next."