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Your own rooms, photographed with the phone's camera or picked from the gallery; rooms the flat doesn't have hand their marks next door.
Ten lodgers in English and Russian, fourteen nights each, with three empty nights between them.
Marks painted into the photos themselves — prints, wet steps, a handprint, breath writing, frost, a shadow figure, eyes, a chair, crumbs, a thread, keys, a letter, a cat — placed by reading each photo for its dark corner, glass and floor; new ones develop when the room is opened.
Evening notes as notifications, never at night.
The radio: live static, words caught by holding the dial, a low synthesised voice.
The cork board of clues with red thread, the story, a real task, the farewell, and the house register.
Fear levels (Candle, Lantern, Full moon), knocks and flicker, first-visit hints, community links, demo build.