The Room That Watches YouThe real estate agent called it a “quirk.” For Liam, a writer on a tight budget, the absurdly low rent for the spacious, sunlit apartment was a miracle. The only condition: he was never to enter the small, windowless room at the end of the hall. The door was to remain locked at all times.“Storage for the building’s historical archives,” the agent had said with a wave of her hand. “A legal formality. Just ignore it.”For the first week, Liam did. He set up his desk in the living room, the back of his chair pointed