The bell in Genua rings on the hour. Always. Without fail. Until one night - it doesn't. Historian Leonora Valli arrives in this quiet Italian town to document a forgotten festival. She finds something else instead. A symbol on every doorframe. A body in the crypt - sitting upright, cause of death unknown. A list of names that haven't died yet. The town doesn't ask questions. The archive has been altered. The people move in patterns too precise to be accidental. And the more Leonora understands - the closer it moves toward her. It isn't protecting the town. It's controlling it. Some patterns are never meant to be understood.