Something is wrong with reality.
Evelyn feels it first.
The air feels thinner.
Moments stretch too long.
The world hesitates... just slightly... like it is waiting.
Then she sees it.
Something watching her.
Something that does not belong.
And when Callum enters her life, everything shifts.
Because he sees it too.
The fractures.
The patterns.
The feeling that this is not the first time any of this has happened.
And it always ends the same way.
With Evelyn dead.
And Callum covered in blood.
Now, as time begins to unravel and reality fractures around them, they are forced into an impossible choice.
Follow the pattern...
or break it completely.
Even if it destroys everything.
Because this time...
He is not supposed to love her.
And she is not supposed to survive.