The atmosphere inside the apartment had thickened again. The silence wasn’t peaceful; it was haunted. Harris sat on the edge of his bed, shivering not from cold, but fear. Abraar stood by the door, hesitant, but this time… ready to talk.Harris looked up.“Abraar… I need answers. Now.”Abraar walked closer and took a deep breath.“You’re right. You deserve to know everything. It didn’t start with you. Not even with Altaf.”He paused. “This apartment… this curse… it began with Ziyaad.”Harris frowned.“Ziyaad? The owner?”Abraar nodded, guilt lining his face.“Years ago, he lived here. He was obsessed with power. He learned black magic. He