Apartment 7B

Apartment 7B

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After surviving a traumatic break-in, Sophia Mireaux retreats into a quiet, anonymous apartment building, where safety is measured by routine. Locks checked, curtains drawn, tea made just so. She rarely leaves, only when absolutely necessary. Her world has shrunk to the size of her floorplan, and that's exactly how she wants it. That is, until she begins hearing footsteps in the vacant apartment next door. Footsteps that echo hers. Breathing that matches her rhythm. A voice-soft, familiar-mimicking her own. Convinced there's a perfect copy of herself living behind the wall, Sophia begins documenting every sound, every shift, every detail that might prove she isn't alone. But the closer she looks, the more reality begins to unravel. Is it trauma warping her perception, or has something else moved in; something that knows her better than she knows herself? Apartment 7B is a dreamlike descent into paranoia, obsession, and the fragile boundary between self and shadow.
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