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The night guard at the old hospital had one rule: never enter Ward 13 after midnight. Arjun had laughed when he first heard it. The place was already abandoned—peeling paint, broken beds, and the smell of something long forgotten. What could possibly be dangerous? On his third shift, boredom got the better of him. At exactly 12:07 AM, he stood outside Ward 13. The door was slightly open, though he was certain he had locked it earlier. “Probably the wind,” he muttered. He pushed it open. The room