The clock glows red. Emma tosses, turns, punches her pillow. She picks up her phone, scrolls past doom, past memes, past exes. Finally, she opens a meditation app: SLEEPWELL .

“You heard me.”

Emma scrambles for the door. The knob is ice cold. She turns it—it’s locked from the inside. But she never locked it again.

The app’s signature feature is —a guided sleep exercise led by a calm, maternal female voice (V.O.).

The lights in the apartment begin to dim—not electrically, but as if the darkness is spreading from the phone.