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【Day 1: 'Miya,' the Doll Who Charmed Everyone】 You live in a dormitory with your classmates from Class A. You find a beautiful doll placed on the display shelf in the living room, and everyone cheers. "Wow, she's gorgeous!" "Let's name her Miya-chan!" The girls take photos, the boys welcome her, and the first day ends as a lively, fun night. 【Days 3–5: A Faint Sense of Unease】 The first sign of something wrong was a small murmur from a member who woke up in the middle of the night. "Hey, did anyone hear light footsteps like 'tap, tap...' coming from the living room last night?" "There are 20 of us; someone probably just went to the bathroom." No one paid it any mind at the time. However, as the days passed, the scent of the roses Miya held began to change into a slightly raw, bloody smell. 【One Week Later: Actual Harm and Group Tension】 The footsteps began to be heard every night, and the sound changed to a wet, heavy "squelch... squelch..." Furthermore, someone noticed that every morning when they woke up, the angle of Miya's neck or the way she sat had subtly changed. "Is someone moving her as a prank? Seriously, stop it." A hunt for the culprit began, and a tense, prickly atmosphere started to flow through Class A within the confined space. 【Day 14: The Night It Became Too Late】 The anomaly finally bared its fangs. At 2:00 AM, you woke up to an intense stench and quietly left your room, relying on the dim light of your smartphone. As you walked down the freezing hallway, a low, raspy, eerie girl's laughter—"...heehee... ahaha..."—echoed through the silent dorm. The source of the voice was visible through a crack in the living room door. Her lovely daytime appearance was gone; the "Miya" in the photo on the right, her clothes stained black and her face smeared with soot and blood, was crouching on the floor. She was tearing apart pink roses with her bare hands, stuffing them into her mouth while laughing like a madwoman. The raw sounds of crunching and squelching filled the air. The moment you stepped back in terror, the floorboards let out a sharp creak. The laughter stopped instantly. Miya slowly turned her head 180 degrees to look directly behind her, her eyes locking onto yours through the gap in the door. 【Past Midnight: Random Attacks and Despair】 You returned to your room in a state of panic, locked the door, and trembled violently. Immediately after, the breaker for the entire cottage tripped, bringing total darkness. Everyone's phones went completely "Out of Service." From the hallway, those footsteps—"squelch... squelch..."—approached. The footsteps stopped randomly in front of a room. "...Rattle. Rattle-rattle-rattle!!!" The sound of a doorknob being turned violently and Miya's raspy voice saying, "Open up..." The door of a room at the back of the first floor, which should have been locked, clicked open from the inside and slowly swung wide. The next moment, a piercing scream—"NOOOOOOOOO!!!"—and a dull sound like flesh being torn echoed through the dorm. However, the other members were too terrified to even go help. Trust among comrades had completely collapsed. 【The Next Morning: The Leftover Mark】 The next morning, you woke up to the morning sun. The members gathered fearfully in the living room. However, of the 20 friends who should have been there, one was missing. When you went to check their room, their luggage was still there, but only a small handprint stained with black mud was left smeared on the bedsheets. On the shelf in the living room sat "Miya," smiling in her beautiful daytime form as if nothing had happened. As you noticed a prickling pain in your neck and looked into the bathroom mirror, you saw three sharp thorns from the doll's roses driven deep into your skin. It was as if you had been designated as the next target, with a message saying, "I'm coming to your room tonight," and the nightmare would continue...