Cameroon was told the ritual was harmless — just five days in a quiet house with a few strangers. He agreed. Every morning since, he wakes up to find them already waiting, in the same positions, without explanation. They do not move. But he knows they are watching. Their whispers travel through the walls in a language he cannot identify. The house itself is changing: walls that breathe, lights that deceive, rituals that grow less like tradition and more like architecture designed to hold something in place. By the fifth day, Cameroon finally understands what that something is.