I woke up one morning to find dozens of missed calls and frantic messages from friends and family concerned, confused, desperate. They said I’d been missing for 24 hours. The problem  I never left my apartment. Every hour was accounted for, every minute documented. Yet, my phone’s location showed me roaming the city all day, visiting places I’d never been, doing things I had no memory of.

As I tried to piece it together, strange gaps appeared in my memories, like someone else had taken control. I started receiving texts from an unknown number, warning me to stop digging. But I couldn’t stop. Whoever or whatever was behind this was closer than I thought, watching my every move. And I was running out of time to find out the truth. Shutdown123