A girl jumped from the seventh floor.
Everyone called it suicide.
Aarika Sora didn’t believe them.

What begins as a simple investigation soon unravels into something far darker—whispers that don’t belong, memories that feel wrong, and a presence that watches from the edges of reality.

They call it SEAM.

It doesn’t haunt.
It doesn’t chase.

It waits.

As Aarika digs deeper, the line between truth and delusion begins to fracture. The evidence doesn’t just point outward—it points inward.

Because the most terrifying question isn’t what SEAM is…

—but whether it’s already inside her.