Noor manages luxury short-term rentals - meticulous, invisible, safe. Then the smart-lock logs show two figures entering her apartments at 3 a.m., standing in the dark, not sleeping, not stealing. One leaves small corrections behind: a centered lemon, a straightened painting, a folded towel. The other leaves nothing.
One is searching for someone. The other is trying to help her.
And the someone they are both reaching for is Noor - under the name she abandoned seven years ago, the name she abandoned because of what happened one night in a bathroom, when she heard a sound and did not move.
A psychological thriller about the parts of yourself you cannot edit out, the guilt that lives in the body, and the door you have been standing at for seven years.