When Quentin wakes up in an unfamiliar place with no memory of how he got there, it seems he has been forcefully chosen to participate in some sort of a manhunt. Is he supposed to hunt someone, or is he the prey? Armed with only scraps of equipment, sheer instinct, and a will to survive, he set out into the unknown in search of safety in a world that makes no sense.
Every step forward forces Quentin to choose between stealth and confrontation, reason and fear. A forgotten diary, scrawled in shifting ink, hints that others before him faced the same horrors. A broken radio crackles with a desperate voice repeating one word: museum. Is it a warning or a lifeline?