
“Death wants some face time.”
When a 20-something finds a cache of hidden files on his new laptop, he and his friends are unwittingly thrust into the depths of the dark web. They soon discover someone has been watching their every move and will go to unimaginable lengths to protect the dark web.
This is a relentless, screen-based descent into digital paranoia. It feels like being trapped in a real-time nightmare, where every click amplifies the dread. The tension is suffocating, building a sense of inescapable vulnerability as the dark web's tendrils reach out through your screen.











