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Harper Quinn returns to Bellridge Academy after a week of unexplained absence. There’s just one problem: no one remembers her.
Not her old friends.
Not the teachers.
Not even the school records.

She insists she were in Room 13A—but it doesn’t exist. The hallway ends before it reaches that number. Maps skip it. Staff claim it never did. But Harper remembers the soft hum at night, the scribbled symbols on the ceiling, and the girl who used to whisper, “Don’t fall asleep.”

Now Harper is caught in a riddle of memory and time.
Strange fragments of the past flicker through her mind—conversations she had, friends , books with her handwriting inside, and old photographs where her face is just... gone.

The deeper she searches, the more terrifying the truth becomes.....

Room 13A

Not the haunted kind of quiet, but the kind that comes after a storm finally passes—where everything is still standing, but nothing is exactly the same.

The system was gone. Or at least, no longer in control. The glitches had stopped. Mirrors reflected what they were meant to. The lights no longer buzzed with coded whispers.

But she still remembered who she had been inside it.

Harper stood in the center of the hallway where Room 13A had once lived. The number plate on the wall now read Storage 14, plain and ordinary.

But when she closed her eyes, she could still feel the hum of that vanished room. Still hear Katherine's whispered warnings. Still feel the weight of being forgotten, erased, rewritten.

Jamie walked up beside her. No words—just his presence. Solid. Constant.

They didn't need to talk about it anymore. They'd lived it.

Harper smiled faintly. "No. But I think I will be."

Later that evening, Harper returned to her dorm room and sat on the floor with Katherine's diary—what remained of it.

She turned to the last page again.

This time, she wrote something beneath it.

She didn't need to carry all of it anymore.

Graduation came quietly three weeks later.

The principal gave a forgettable speech. Students tossed their hats. Parents clapped. Nothing glitched. Nothing vanished. For once, the world stayed real.

Harper stood at the edge of the courtyard after the ceremony, diploma in hand, wind in her hair, and whispered to no one in particular, "I made it."

Behind her, Jamie appeared with two drinks and offered one wordlessly.

"You think they'll ever believe what happened here?" he asked.

Harper shrugged. "Does it matter?"

Jamie clinked his drink gently against hers. "Not if we remember."

That night, Harper packed the last of her things.

At the very bottom of her suitcase, she placed Katherine's locket. Not because she needed it anymore.

But because someone once fought to be remembered.

As Harper turned off the lights and closed the door to her dorm for the final time, she caught her reflection in the window.

And this time, she knew it was hers.

Chapter 33 The girl who Remained