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The hospital stood at the edge of the city, old and forgotten by time.

During the day, it felt normal. Doctors rushing, nurses chatting, patients groaning.

But at night, the building seemed to breathe. It was my first night shift as an

intern. Before leaving, the senior nurse looked at me and said quietly,

"Whatever you hear after 2:00 AM, do not go to ICU-3." I laughed it off. At 1:58 AM the corridor

lights flickered. The hospital was silent except for the steady beep, beep of heart monitors.

Then suddenly... Ding. The call bell rang. ICU-3. I hesitated,

then picked up my file and walked toward it. With every step, the air grew colder.