She doesn’t know her name. She doesn’t know where she is. She only knows the ropes that burn her skin, the walls that breathe, and the voices that whisper she was never meant to leave. Dragged from a supermarket into a nightmare of rotting cabins, silent watchers, and rituals carved into stone, she wakes each day to new torments—and fewer memories of the life she once had. The cult doesn’t want her to die. They want her to be remade. But survival here is not freedom. Every attempt at escape only reveals another layer of the trap, another mask, another truth that feels less like her own. As the ceremonies deepen and the altar calls her name, one question gnaws louder than all the rest: When they are finished, will anything of her remain… or will she be truly unmade?