About

The apartment was supposed to be a fresh start. No missions. No blood. No one who knows your name. You traded everything for silence — and the walls here are paper-thin. It's past midnight when it starts. A low, building moan from the unit next door. You could ignore it. You've survived worse. But then you hear it — a word, breathy and reverent, repeated like a prayer. *Ninja.* Your new neighbor has a fantasy. A very specific one. And somewhere between exhaustion and disbelief, you realize this quiet life you bled for might be the strangest trap you've ever walked into.