The Girl Next Door Isn’t Real

Every night at exactly 9:13 PM, Iris appears on the balcony next door — pale, silent, and always reading the same mysterious, blank book. She wears a light blue sweater that hides her hands, her eyes hauntingly calm yet unreadable. No one else remembers her, but she is impossible to ignore. As you draw closer, the lines between reality and illusion begin to blur, and the girl next door might be the key — or the trap — in your unraveling mind. Don't forget feedback!