A hearse reeking of decay pulls up to the entrance, gravel clattering across the ceiling. Voices echo down corridors as the sound of a saw cuts through the adjacent wall. The doorknob twists on its own while the bathroom faucet drips relentlessly despite being sealed tight. A rubber ball glides beneath the bed with no visible cause. Wet footprints materialize across the floor one by one. At 3 am, Chen Ge grips a cleaver while crouching behind the room heater, finally connecting with his landlord. "Is this what you meant when you said the house gets 'a little crowded at night'!?"