Synopsis

The rain slicked the asphalt as Jack Rourke watched the house, a skeletal silhouette against the bruised twilight sky. He’d taken the case for the money, a simple surveillance job – watch the property, report any unusual activity. But the house itself hummed with a palpable wrongness, a coldness that seeped into his bones and stirred something long buried. It wasn't just the local legends of tragedy and unexplained deaths; it was a resonance within him, a faint echo of his own shadowed history.