The thundering night ripped through the silence of Einstein High, a stark contrast to the desperate cry that had echoed just moments before. A young girl, her face etched with despair, had slid onto the railing, believing death would bring an end to her torment. The gentle sway of her body was the only answer.

“Get out of the way, get out of the way, I’ll leap down there if you walk in…”

Her voice, a phantom whisper, seemed to reverberate through the dormitory walls, only to be drowned out by the terrified screams of four girls in Room 201. The air crackled with both electricity and fear. "Really? Is that true...?" a small, pale voice trembled, betraying the fear she felt.

"Do you think I'm joking? It's true," her friend’s voice, intentionally eerie, replied. "My uncle built this dormitory, but before, it was a mansion. The young girl who lived here, mentally ill, fell from the balcony and died. That day, just like today, thunder and lightning were loud, and the same music sounded. It was Mozart's 3rd sonata…"

“Where does Mozart’s music come from?!” The girls’ collective shout pierced the quiet, drawing the swift attention of Ms. Hang, the dormitory manager. "Room 201! Why aren't you sleeping? You'll clean the house for a month!"

Their hasty 'yeses' were barely audible as they scattered, but their relief was short-lived. A piercing scream echoed from Room 304 upstairs. Ms. Tanphil, annoyed by the late-night ghost stories, rushed to investigate, only to be met by a horrifying sight. A small body in white pajamas swayed in the wind, a macabre dance to the haunting notes of Mozart's 3rd sonata.

"It's the curse, it's that girl's curse…" a whisper of dread filled the air.