Before Aarav could act, the caretaker grabbed him.
"You must never open that door!" he shouted.
"Why?"
The old man's voice cracked.
"Because it's not a room."
Aarav frowned.
"It's a trap."
Years ago, the hostel was built over something ancient.
A place where reality… thinned.
Room 13 became a gateway.
Something inside learned how to mimic humans.
To lure them.
To replace them.
"And Raghav?" Aarav asked.
The caretaker closed his eyes.
"He's still inside."