**Hi. This is my child, Alvin. He cannot breathe. He cannot speak. But if you listen carefully-you will hear the whispers of his voice. He will force you to feel, to taste, to know, to fear what he fears. Strange, isn't it? His world is waiting. So dive in, if you dare... and have a taste of his terror.**

Five ex-cons, one rundown food van, and a dream to go legit. All they have to do is rebuild their lives, win over the public, and keep their heads down. Easy, right? ...Until they're skydiving from a military helicopter to deliver grilled squid before sunset. Welcome to Animus