Fey wakes up in a dark basement alongside strangers. None of them know where they are, or who brought them there. As cold, paranoia, and hopelessness creep closer, their terror is harvested, a feast for nocturnal creatures to gorge upon. In a struggle against the rising darkness, Fey finds a dubious ally in Nox, the creature on the other side of the bars. He is cynical, bizarre, and seems entirely uninterested in basic social etiquette. Their relationship is volatile, defined by survival, dark humor, and a consuming obsession. As the carefully constructed personal walls begin to crumble, horrors from her past threaten to leak through the cracks. Even if she manages to escape the cell, she can never escape the new world of terrors that has opened before her. What happens when your only hope is the very thing that feeds on your fear?