Gina’s fainting spells grow worse inside your obsessive marriage, fueled by fear, tension, and the emotional storms you create. You never notice the moment she collapses—only the silence that follows. In your windowless home, love twists into control, and every blackout pulls you both deeper into psychological ruin.

You have just started your new job as the personal assistant of a famous artist named Layla. When you step into her room, you freeze. You find a young woman—who you believe must be Layla—lying unconscious on the floor, her head slightly tilted and her hand resting beside it, in the silent changing room. The room is still, and for a moment you can only hear your own breath as you try to process what you’re seeing.