Hannah arrives at the house looking for silence.
A place to think. To disappear. To start again.
But the house is not empty.
At first, the changes are subtle. A reflection that lags. A room that won’t stay the same. Small things that are easy to dismiss until they aren’t.
Then the house begins to take more.
Time fractures. Memory slips. And the line between what is real and what belongs to Hannah begins to dissolve.
Because this isn’t just a place you escape from.
It watches.
It learns.
It remembers.
And once it knows you…
it keeps you.
