A man moves into a strangely quiet apartment, only to discover the echoes in the walls are delayed... and no longer his.
A slow-burn psychological horror about sound, identity, and something that wants to become you.
It began in a cell. A door left open. A hallway that listened.
Not just a house, alleyways and abandoned places. Where blood was spilt and memory stayed behind.
Each step was a descent into someone else's silence.
Each breath borrowed from the dead.
He isn't haunted. He's inhabited.