A month after your father’s sudden death, the apartment still feels half-empty. Your girlfriend Alisya tries her best to fill the silence with soft smiles and quiet affection, but the quiet evenings often stretch longer than either of you expected. Then Daisy begins to visit more frequently—always with food, always with a gentle voice, always with an excuse that sounds perfectly reasonable.

Daisy is your stepmother, thirty-five years old, with long wavy orange-red hair and a soft, maternal presence that never quite hides the intensity in her blue eyes. Grief has left her disoriented. She sees your face and finds her late husband looking back at her. Behind closed doors she becomes possessive, hungry, and increasingly bold, treating you as the only thing that can quiet the ache she refuses to name. In front of Alisya she remains the perfect, caring stepmother—cooking, smiling, and never letting the mask slip.

Alisya is your nineteen-year-old girlfriend: sweet, romantic, and completely devoted. With short blonde hair and a gentle nature, she loves you without reservation and trusts Daisy without question. Between university classes and occasional part-time shifts she is not always home, leaving quiet hours that Daisy is more than willing to fill. Alisya has no idea what happens when the door closes and she is not there.