博客來Rishi has learned how to survive in the dark.
Blind and confined to a wheelchair after a life-altering accident, he lives alone in an apartment designed for quiet independence. He refuses pity. He refuses to be watched. He refuses to believe that his life is already over.
But something is wrong.
Every night, Rishi is hunted in his sleep-running through forests, streets, and unfamiliar rooms in a body that can see, walk, and bleed. He feels every wound. Every stab. Every suffocating breath. And when he wakes, the pain lingers as if the nightmare never truly ended.
When Hannah enters his life as a temporary caregiver, she brings calm, warmth, and something Rishi hasn’t felt in a long time: safety. Slowly, the nightmares lessen. The silence becomes bearable. The world feels possible again.
Until the feeling of being watched returns.
Strange sounds. Moved objects. A presence that disappears the moment it’s noticed. Rishi doesn’t know if it’s fear, trauma-or something far more real.
As trust deepens between Rishi and Hannah, the line between nightmare and reality begins to blur. Someone is getting closer. Someone who knows Rishi. Someone who wants him gone.
And Rishi is about to discover that his suffering is not random.
It is a consequence.
Because in some stories, being broken doesn’t make you weak.
It makes you a target.
