Navigating through the lifting morning fog, Marina McLeod, a realtor, along with childhood friend, Brooke Morningstar, accompanies her client to an aging mansion’s portico. As the massive oaken door is unlocked, the scents of neglect waft out—dust, mildew, and something unsettlingly sweet. Despite efforts to open it, the door remained stubbornly shut, unveiling a mysterious leg in neon running shoes. As the past intertwined with the present, her friend’s stunned expression hinted at a connection to a recent party, leaving all standing on the threshold of a discomfiting revelation.