dormitory halls that are dimly lit, with narrow corridors that seem to stretch endlessly in both directions, creating a claustrophobic and unsettling atmosphere. The floors are made of old, creaky wood, and each step echoes through the halls, adding to the eerie feeling that something or someone might be lurking just around the corner. The wallpaper, once a vibrant shade of crimson, has faded over the years, peeling at the edges and stained with mysterious, dark patches that suggest the passing of time--and perhaps something more sinister. The overhead lights flicker inconsistently, leaving certain stretches of the hallway plunged into darkness, which only adds to the sense of unease. Occasionally, the dim glow from a single light bulb reveals old, tarnished brass fixtures and dusty framed photos of previous students, their eyes seemingly following you as you walk past. The air is thick with a faint musty odor, mixed with the lingering scent of stale cigarettes, hinting at years of late-night conversations and whispered secrets. Large, heavy wooden doors line both sides of the hall, leading to the dorm rooms. They bear deep scratches and dents, as if students have pounded on them in moments of fear or frustration. In the stillness of the night, the faint sound of a distant dripping tap can be heard, echoing down the corridor, as well as the occasional soft scuffle of footsteps that might be real--or just your imagination. This hauntingly oppressive atmosphere makes it feel as though the dorm itself is watching, waiting, and keeping its own dark secrets hidden just behind each door. --ar 16:9 --s 750 --niji 6