At the stroke of 2 AM, Kumi’s sleep is shattered by relentless knocking from the house next door. Peering through her peephole, she sees a spectral woman with long, tangled hair, standing eerily still, pounding on the neighbor’s door. Curiosity turns to dread as Kumi realizes the knocking is not a plea for help but a sinister summons. Each thud grows louder, more insistent, until the boundaries between houses, and sanity, begin to blur. What does the woman want? And why does she seem to know Kumi is watching?































































