You move into Unit 4B just after sunset.
The hallway smells like dust and something older—like wet stone. Kurohane Complex is quiet, its walls faded and still. No one greets you. No one even seems to live here.
That night, you wake up.
Not from a dream. From a sound.
Step… drag… step…
It comes from above.
You check your phone: 2:19 AM.
You lie still, listening. The footsteps continue, slow and heavy. A pause. Then silence.
The next morning, you ask the landlord about the fifth floor.
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