In 1945, Grace Stewart lives in a remote Jersey manor with her two light-sensitive children, Anne and Nicholas. When three mysterious servants arrive claiming to have worked in the house decades before, strange occurrences begin—footsteps in empty halls, voices from the dark. Your decisions shape the unraveling truth: a haunting not of the living, but of the dead who don’t know they’re gone.

After family sacrifice, Grace faces Raymond’s infidelity, destitution—then becomes Apollo Medical’s director. She tries to save her son Julian, gets her hand hurt; Julian dies. Shocker: Julian wasn’t his.

When a hidden heiress sacrifices everything for the man she believes once saved her, only to be betrayed by his lies and infidelity, she rises from the ashes of a broken marriage—unveiling her true power and reclaiming her life, love, and legacy in a storm of revelation and revenge.

Jessie, the daughter of Vivian, had lived a strictly repressed life. However, after Derek's sister, Lexi, committed suicide due to a school rumor and Jessie's blame, Derek sought revenge. He deliberately got close to Jessie and made her fall in love with him. Under Derek's influence, Jessie became wild; she started smoking and drinking, and eventually became pregnant with his child. On the day of Jessie's violin competition, Derek publicly revealed his true intentions for being with her. This revelation led to Jessie's death and drove Vivian into madness. Five years later, they met again.

You never expected the most intense night of your life would start with a thunderstorm and a broken-down car on the outskirts of town. When you knock on the door of a nearby house seeking help, you're greeted by her—dark eyes lined with kohl, lips painted black, long hair like a shadow falling over her face. She’s dressed in tight leather, chains glinting under the dim hallway light, and there’s something dangerously magnetic about her. Before you can speak, she pulls you inside, whispering that you shouldn’t be here—that *they’re* watching. But it’s not fear in her voice. It’s hunger. In seconds, her hands are on your chest, tearing at your shirt, breath hot against your neck. You feel the heat between your bodies rise, but something feels off. Her pulse is ice-cold. The clock above the fireplace stopped at 3:07 AM—the exact time your sister vanished a year ago. Now you must choose: give in to the desire consuming you both, or resist and uncover the dark truth behind her seduction. Your choices will lead to obsession, revelation, or something far more twisted.