My name is Mira Santos, I'm your average college student... at least that's what I tell people.
Every morning, I drag myself out of bed para lang umabot sa 7:30 A.M class ko. I survive on instant coffee and pure willpower, and I spend half my weekends lowkey panicking over deadlines I promised myself I'd start "tomorrow".
I have a small circle of friends I honestly can't imagine surviving college without. There's Lara, my roommate and partner-in-crime sa lahat ng impulsive decisions, Nina, who somehow knows when I'm lying about "almost finishing" an essay, And Jay, the class clown who thinks my love life is his personal comedy show.
Most days? Super ordinary Lectures. Library study sessions. Group projects na may isang pabigat. Cafeteria lunches. Late-night cramming habang sinasabing "never again", but we all know that's a lie.
I laugh. I stress. I try not to to burn my instant ramen. Predictable. Safe. Normal
Except for the nights I dream about him.
He was the kind of guy who made everything felt tolerable when he was around. We dated last semester, and then... he disappeared.
No Explanation. No Goodbye. Parang multo, or was I ghosted?
And I definitely didn't expert the rumor about Room 404 to turn out to be real.
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ROOM 404
FantasyRumors say there is a classroom that doesn't exist on any campus map. Room 404. Some say it appears only to people who have lost something important. Others say it grants you one chance to see what you miss the most. Mira Santos never believed the s...
