The Hotel Lobby That Won’t Echo

I pushed into the old shell near Hotel Yamato (now Hotel Majapahit)… and the lobby just ate my footsteps.
Dust on the tiles was perfect—until ONE fresh drag mark cut across it like someone pulled something heavy.
No birds, no traffic, just a soft “tek… tek…” from upstairs that stopped when I looked up.
A guard outside muttered, “Don’t go in the back corridor, Mas.” Like he’s said it too many times.
Tell me why the air got colder the moment I touched the elevator door…