Isaac Carter steps off the train, expecting the comforting chaos of home-his daughter's sketches on the fridge, his wife's half-finished tea on the windowsill, the subtle hum of their ordinary life. But the neighborhood feels... too quiet. Familiar places echo differently. His wife, Lena, welcomes him with the right smile-but the warmth is mechanical, the routine rehearsed.
Something's wrong.
As Isaac tries to settle in, the seams of reality begin to fray. Glitches in memory. Ghosts in the machine. Conversations that skip like corrupted files. The world insists it's real. The people around him play their parts with flawless precision. But each moment feels off by a fraction-just enough to unravel trust.
His daughter's voice? Changed.
His reflection? Delayed.
His past? Redacted.
Lena tells him he's overworked. That he just needs rest. But why does every room in the house feel like a test? And why does the neighbor across the street watch him like he's a mistake?
As the layers peel away, Isaac must confront not only the possibility that his life isn't real-but that he might not be either.
Is this the homecoming he longed for-or the final stage of someone else's design?
How do you escape a lie so complete... it remembers you?
