Some scars never fade. Some voices never leave. And some truths... are better forgotten. Blaire's world is cracked - stitched together by silence, shadows, and the weight of everything she's never said. She hears things. Sees things. Feels too much and nothing all at once. People call her a loner. A freak. But they don't know the pressure it takes to hold yourself together when your mind wants to fall apart. Her sister was the only light left - and even that's been taken away. Now, as the days blur and the voices grow louder, something else is waking. A whisper beneath the noise. A pull inside the static. She's not sure what's real anymore - the flashbacks, the hallucinations, the strange silence around her - or the haunting sense that she's being watched by something that remembers her better than she remembers herself. The past is splintering. The present is vanishing. And Blaire is starting to wonder: What if she was the one that disappeared first?