Lucas can’t sleep. Or he sleeps too much. Or maybe it’s neither, because the hum in his apartment walls doesn’t follow normal hours. It began with a sound. A silence. A skipped therapy session that still somehow happened. Now he’s chasing answers through sleep paralysis, half-memories, and a decaying house in the Brazilian interior—a house inherited by someone else, for reasons no one will explain. Something was buried there. Or fed. Or stored. He isn’t special. He isn’t chosen. He’s just in
