C64 Whispers in the Hallway

The house was quiet, but not empty. Staff moved like ghosts — silent, precise, never lingering longer than necessary. Arun noticed it over breakfast, over lunch, even in the hallways: eyes that glanced at him quickly, then away. He wasn’t just a guest. He was an anomaly.

By late afternoon, after hours of walking the corridors under the constant weight of Riku’s gaze