That night, following a violent argument, Wildan woke up in a pitch-black basement. Above him, the faint sound of dragging footsteps echoed, followed by a suffocating silence. When he managed to peek upstairs, he found his family still there, yet they were acting strangely, moving stiffly and silently like living mannequins watching over him. Why had they locked him away? What was actually happening beyond the walls of his room, which was beginning to feel stiflingly warm? A massive mystery awaited behind the silence of a house that was slowly turning into a labyrinth of illusions.

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