Aarav 20 yrs old introverted, lives with his parents in a quiet apartment complex. • Opening Scene: He goes through his usual routine — college, but he seems disturbed or distracted in class since his friend who had similar interest in podcast has committed suicide recently and aarav hasnt been able to shake it off. Aarav gets home to find a note from his parents: they’ve gone to attend something important and won’t be back for the next 3 days He feels uneasy, but shrugs it off — it’s just three days. That night, while cooking, he starts chopping some vegetables and he gets distracted. out of instinct keeps cutting them he intensifies his speebd (sound intensifies) cuts his finger slightly. The sound of the knife scraping the board is sharp and loud in the empty house. A drop of blood falls on the counter. There’s a moment of uncomfortable silence. He paused for a sec and then cleans the blood and wraps his hands……finished cooking eating in unpleasant silence with spoon hitting the bowl etc …. (If required) He goes to bed, plugs in his earphones, and plays his usual horror podcast. The voice is calm, slow, almost hypnotic. He drifts off to sleep Aarav wakes up around 2:47 AM. The phone screen glows faintly beside him. The podcast is still playing — only now, the story sounds familiar. The narrator describes Aarav’s day Aarav sits up, confused — it’s his day. Every single details.Even the cut on his finger Checks The upload date? Says uploaded 1min ago He rewinds it. Listens again. Same Then the voice continues And when the boy rewinds the story… the voice tells about rewinding the story as well which was not present before. He freezes. Because that line was not there a second ago He hesitates… Then presses play and stares at his phone. And then, faintly, through his earbuds —Soft breathing and then The voice begins describing things that haven’t happened yet — (voice starts to get creeper as time passes) “At 3:04, he will hear someone whisper from behind the mirror.” “At 3:05, he’ll realize the voice isn’t in his head.” Aarav watches the clock tick toward 3:06, trembling. The door handle moves. Slowly These things start to happen in real he is scared to even turn around and look at the mirror where the wisper comes. And when the door handle moves somehow manages to run and lock the door.