Victor, a once-acclaimed author now exiled in a quiet Chiang Mai duplex, is racing against a merciless deadline. His novel-his last chance to reclaim his legacy-refuses to end. The jungle outside his window whispers distractions, but the real torment comes from next door. Anna, his overly helpful neighbor, brings pho, sandwiches, and unwanted kindness through thin walls. Her younger sister Mila is something else entirely: bold, seductive, impossible to ignore. She slips into Victor's locked room, straddles his lap, demands rewards, and leaves bite marks that burn long after she's gone. Every interruption derails his flow-yet the words pour out feverishly in her wake. Or do they? The phone calls from his furious editor grow sharper. The bed springs squeak when no one's there. The bites appear without explanation. Victor locks the door, dumps the food, begs for silence... but Mila keeps returning, more vivid, more demanding, her red lips promising ruin. As the deadline closes in, Victor fights to finish the manuscript before the words-or his mind-slip away forever. But what if the succubus in his bed isn't real? What if the only story left to tell is the one he's living... and losing? An unsettling psychological descent into obsession, isolation, and the terror of a mind unraveling. Perfect for fans of unreliable narrators and slow-burn dread.