
Ten years ago, a fire in Dormitory 404 at Yushan Secondary School consumed not only the myth of the "top scorer cradle" but also the life of one of its residents. Now, an anonymous letter with no postmark has summoned you—the survivors from back then—back to these ruins. It bears a single line: "Come back to finish the lesson we left unfinished."
This is no nostalgic reunion. The moment you step past the abandoned school gates, you enter an Escape Room constructed from guilt and memory. The design of this place precisely replicates the uniquely oppressive atmosphere of old Singaporean school buildings—a mix of aged paint and damp concrete—instantly pulling you back into the past.
The path to the dormitory is overgrown, the air thick with the sweet, rotting scent of vegetation. The charred doorway of Room 404 gapes like an open mouth. Pushing inside, time seems frozen a second before the fire: books lie open, a cup is half-full, but the certificates of merit on the wall are all curled and blackened by smoke.
Yet, unsettling details soon surface. While your six beds remain neatly made, the seventh—belonging to your late roommate, Lin Xiao—holds a distinct, body-shaped depression in the sheets, as if occupied for a long time. A communal diary on the shared desk documents your study struggles, but its final pages have been violently torn out, leaving ragged edges.

As you try to piece clues together, the shattered ceiling light—which should have been dead for years—suddenly flickers to life, casting an erratic, sickly glow. To simulate unstable power and cultivate isolation, the light and shadow in this Escape Room are meticulously controlled, making the darkness feel like a physical weight.
Then come the sounds. From deep down the hallway, you hear the distinct click and whirring film-reel scratch of an old projector starting up, as if a lesson is playing for an empty room. Listening closely, the muffled audio seems to be a teacher's voice from back then: "...the intensely competitive mindset of certain individuals is harming the group's well-being..."
Immediately after, the dorm's long-rusted intercom crackles with piercing static, then plays a recording—your own, younger voices locked in a heated argument:
The argument cuts off with the sound of shattering glass and a sharp gasp.

Before the shock of the recording fades, you find a locked metal box deep in Lin Xiao's old locker. Inside are no personal mementos, only a handwritten "Academic Progress Pact" and a stack of medical receipts. The pact's terms are cold: it outlines sharing "focus supplements" and enforcing extreme study schedules. The receipts reveal Lin Xiao had made multiple secret clinic visits in the month before the fire. The diagnosis, scrawled on a form, reads "Severe Anxiety, Cardiac Arrhythmia," but the prescribed medication exactly matches the label on the "vitamin" bottles you all shared openly in the dorm.
A terrible deduction comes into focus: the fire might not have been an accident. It could have been a tragedy born from extreme pressure, jealousy, and collective silence. The "supplements" you shared may have been the final strain that broke Lin Xiao. The puzzle of this Escape Room shifts from finding a cause to judging your own past complicity.

Just as fear and suspicion begin to spread among you, the dorm's only window slams shut, sealed from the outside with a heavy thud. On the wall by the door, a patch of mold spreads like a living thing, forming seven names—yours, and Lin Xiao's.
A thick, red cross is drawn over Lin Xiao's name.
Then, a cold, emotionless synthetic voice fills the room, beginning a countdown: "Survivors confirmed. Reckoning protocol initiated. Ten... Nine..."
With each number, the depression on Lin Xiao's bed seems to deepen, as if its unseen occupant is slowly sitting up. The room's temperature plummets; your breath fogs in the air. The most cruel mechanism of this Escape Room is revealed: it does not ask you to escape a ghost, but to face, in paralyzing fear, the friend you all failed long before the flames.

"Four... Three..."
The plaster on the walls begins to crumble, revealing not brick, but layers of peeling, frantic writing—"why" and "help me" scrawled countless times. The countdown tightens like a noose. The real puzzle surfaces now: Who was the last to see Lin Xiao a decade ago? What truly happened after that argument? And tonight, who will be the first to atone?
In this Escape Room, renowned as a masterpiece of psychological horror in Singapore, there are no jump-scare monsters. The deepest terror is rooted in the friendship twisted by "academic legend" and the dark thoughts everyone is capable of. The entire experience operates within a professionally controlled, safe environment designed to challenge your understanding of memory and human nature.
The countdown is nearing zero. The door to Dormitory 404 was never truly opened. Are you the detective here to solve a puzzle, or are you the protagonist of a story that was written a decade ago, awaiting its final chapter? The choice was never yours from the moment you received the letter.