Victor leaned his head against the cold bus window, watching the autumn rain blur the streets. That evening the air was full of a strange, unspeakable energy. The city seemed to vibrate beneath the surface - just like him. Maybe it was because tomorrow was going to be the first day at the new school, or maybe it was because something had been heard in the city for the last few weeks.... unusual. Recently, as he walked through the park, he heard someone's quiet whispering, even though there was no one around. He promised himself that it was just his imagination, but since then the sounds had returned - more and more clearly. He told Lena, his older sister, about everything, whose inquisitive mind never allowed him to pass by any mystery. That morning in the corridor of his new school, Viktor felt a familiar tingling in the back of his neck. Just as he entered the main hall, he heard a soft, almost inaudible whisper: "Help..." He froze. He looked around, but there were only students gesticulating vividly around him, drowned out by the din. Lena, who had accompanied him to his first lesson, threw him a questioning glance. Victor nodded discreetly to her and turned towards the darkest end of the corridor. The further they walked, the clearer the voices became and the thicker the atmosphere became. Finally, they came to a door with a sign saying "Warehouse - ENTRY PROHIBITED". Victor touched the handle with a beating heart. Lena put her hand on his shoulder. "Do you hear that?" - she whispered, and Victor only nodded. A new, deeper voice came from behind the door: "Not everyone is what they seem...". Victor looked at Lena. Fear mixed with excitement was reflected in her eyes. Slowly, almost silently, he turned the door handle....