SynopsisThey said my mother’s death was an accident — a tragedy buried under dust and silence. But I’ve never believed in coincidences. Not when every road keeps leading me back to the mansion where she took her last breath.The house waits, still and watching, as if it remembers her... and expects me.That’s where I meet him.He’s twenty-four, at least that’s what he looks like. There’s something almost unholy about the beauty in his face — too precise, too still, too haunting. His presence feels like a forgotten melody: one I shouldn’t know, but somehow do. And when he looks at me, it’s like he’s searching for something he’s already lost.They say he’s lonely.They don’t say why the air shifts when he’s near, or why the walls seem to listen when he speaks.I came here to uncover what killed my mother.But the mansion isn’t just holding her secrets — it’s holding mine.And the deeper I fall into him, the more I realize:whatever took her might already have its hands on me.