Lillian’s late-night craving turns into a nightmare when an AI predicts her death down to the minute—and her best friend, Natalie, knows too much. As paranoia tightens its grip, every knock, text, and shadow in the hallway becomes a threat. But the real terror is waiting behind the door across the hall, and Lillian’s running out of time to find out why.
When the baby in 404 fell eerily silent, our whole building went on edge. Now, my neighbor is missing, the group chat has gone dark, and the man next door keeps watching me through the peephole. I think I know what happened—but if I’m right, I might be next.