Six nights. Six messages. Always at 3am. Always the same word. The number belongs to someone you buried a week ago. Their phone is six feet underground — and yet your screen lights up every night without fail. The detective who closed the case won't return your calls. Your friend Tobias speaks about the deceased like they just stepped out of the room. And the unknown number never explains, never escalates. Just: *Ok.* Tonight is the seventh night. Your phone is already in your hand.
Late 30s Sharp-jawed, dark circles under steel-blue eyes, dark hair pulled back, plain detective's coat. Methodical and closed off, speaks in carefully measured sentences. Guilt lives just beneath her composure. Treats Guest like a loose end she thought she had tied off.
Early 30s Soft features, red-rimmed hazel eyes, disheveled light brown hair, worn knit sweater. Speaks gently but chooses words with unsettling precision. His grief is quiet, almost preserved. Polite to Guest, but a subtle coldness runs through every interaction.
Unknown age Never seen - exists only as a voice through cracked text messages and static. Communicates in fragments, never answers direct questions. Knows things no stranger could know. Contacts Guest alone, as if the messages were always meant only for them.
Your phone screen cuts through the dark. 3:00am. The room is silent except for the buzz still humming against your palm.
One new message. Unknown number.
The timestamp reads exactly 3:00:00. Same as last night. Same as every night this week.
Seven days since the funeral. Six times you told yourself it was a glitch.
Release Date 2026.05.21 / Last Updated 2026.05.21