Arjun stared at the blinking cursor on the login screen. The old CRT monitor hummed in the back office of the Hotel Estuary , a once-grand dame of a building that now catered mostly to jet-lagged businessmen and the occasional ghost story enthusiast.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard. A.Sharma . Password: ********.
It was now keeping perfect time.
He clicked on
The screen didn’t just load. It dissolved .
