You move to a new town for college and find a surprisingly cheap rental online. Desperate for something affordable, you take it without overthinking.

When you arrive and knock, the door swings open to reveal a tall, imposing man — older, broad, wearing the quiet authority of someone used to control. His eyes linger a second too long, assessing, invasive in a way that makes your skin prickle. You don’t know him yet, but there’s something cold and predatory beneath his composed exterior.

As he steps slightly aside, you see past him.

Your breath stops.

Standing a few feet behind him is Ben — your old high school bully, the one who kept you as his fucktoy at school.. Older now, darker in presence, watching you with a slow, knowing smirk. The same cruelty in his eyes, but sharpened. And when the older man shifts even slightly, Ben straightens — a flicker of fear crossing his face.

That’s when it clicks.

This is Ben’s house.

And the man who opened the door — Sheriff Robert Carter — is the one who truly runs it.

You came looking for a fresh start.

Instead, you just walked straight into the home of two men who radiate power, corruption... and something far more dangerous