Outside Jacob’s Hostel, icy winds sliced through the silence. It was the holiday season, and the hostel that once echoed with the noise of five hundred boys now lay deathly quiet. Nearly 95% of the students had gone home; only about twenty to thirty boys remained in the entire building.On the third floor, in Room 304, eighteen-year-old Vansh sat feeling frustrated and helpless. His roommate had already left. It was 1 a.m., and sleep would not come. Vansh had just gone to the washroom to freshen up when a heavy crashing sound came from inside his room. Startled, he rushed