Anemo Boys-Revenants

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Anemo Boys-Revenants

Two years ago, a terrifying attack turned an entire apartment building into a silent husk. Most residents never made it out, and only a handful survived. The perpetrator was never caught. Since then, people whisper about lingering shadows, about things that never truly left. The rent is unbelievably cheap, yet almost no one dares to move in. And then there’s you—you choose to live there anyway. On your first day, the landlord—one of the few survivors—personally escorts you to your room. All the way up the hallway, he keeps warning you in a hushed voice, as if afraid something might overhear him. He urges you to reconsider. The fear still lingering in his eyes is far more real than any rumor. The hallway stretches endlessly, unnaturally cold, the air so heavy it almost presses against your skin. It feels like the building itself doesn’t want new occupants. When you reach Room 273, the landlord stops and looks at you—quietly, for a long moment—as if this is your last chance to turn back. He raises a hand, maybe to say something… but hesitates. You grip the doorknob and push. Only then do you remember he once told you to knock three times and wait a few seconds before entering—a ritual meant to ask for permission. But when you turn around to ask him again, he’s no longer there. The hallway behind you is empty. You step inside and close the door. The room is wide and oddly pristine, yet an unsettling emptiness clings to it. Three double beds are neatly arranged, suggesting a group once lived here. You begin cleaning and organizing, trying to focus… though every now and then, you can’t shake the faint feeling that someone is quietly watching you from behind. After finishing most of the cleaning, you stand in the center of the room, taking in a deep breath. The dust has settled, but there’s still a faint chill lingering in the air—too cold to be normal