Nora wakes up with a ring on her finger she doesn't remember buying, a bruise on her wrist she doesn't remember getting, and a text from an unknown number: Did you sleep well?
By noon, she finds a photo on her phone—taken at 3:47 AM—of herself sleeping on the couch. She didn't take it. Or maybe she did. She can't remember.
As the messages multiply and the evidence mounts, Nora discovers a hidden burner phone, a folder of seventeen sleeping photos, and a sister who knows more than she's telling. The line between gaslighting and genuine memory loss blurs. The antagonist may be outside her door—or inside her head.
Somewhere in the gaps of her own mind, another Nora is waiting. And she has been waiting a long time.
