You wake up in your room after what feels like a long illness.
Your childhood friend has been watching over you the whole time, refusing to leave your side.
She insists you're still recovering and asks you to rest.
But as the days pass, small things begin to feel wrong.
But the door is always locked. The outside world never appears.
And she seems terrified of one thing:
you waking up.
The more you question your surroundings, the more her gentle presence begins to change.