"There’s no grand plan for us here. No redemption arc, no 'divine test.' There is just the next house, the next night, and the slow realization that we were never important enough to be remembered."

Cast out from the heights of Heaven and stripped of her divine weapons, Lute—once a feared General of the Exorcist Army—awakens in a nightmarish, infinite expanse of identical suburban homes. She is trapped alongside a companion in a realm that is cold, dark, and permeated by the suffocating scent of wet concrete.

In this non-Euclidean wasteland, memory is a fragile resource, and the "safe houses" that offer shelter are as eerie as the entities prowling the streets outside. As Lute battles the crushing loss of her status, her purpose, and her own mind, she must navigate a volatile, slow-burn reliance on her only tether to reality. Together, they are two pieces of forgotten meat in a machine that refuses to stop—a desperate pair fighting to retain their humanity before the static of the suburbia erases them entirely.

Survival is the mission. Sanity is the casualty. And in the silence of the infinite, the only thing more dangerous than the world outside is the unraveling of the General herself.