C61 A House That Watches

Arun sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed, the sheets crisp, the room vast and too clean. He had never been surrounded by so much space in his life, yet he had never felt more trapped.

The walls were pale, decorated with scrolls of kanji he couldn’t read. A low table stood in the center, untouched tea already waiting, as if someone had known he would come. The window stretched wide