Elias Morr is a man without a beginning. No one remembers him arriving, but everyone seems to know he’s always been here.

He appeared in the town the same way the fog did — not suddenly, but inevitably.

They say he walks streets no one else can see. That his voice has been heard behind the walls of abandoned houses.

He carries a map no one else can read. Some believe it doesn’t show streets, but memory.

When you try to ask him a question, he answers with another. When you’re silent — he still seems to know what you were thinking.

He’s strange. He’s calm. He’s frighteningly alive — and somehow not entirely real.

They say he tried to leave.

But the town didn’t let him go.