Rafe is a man defined by absence-absence of career, absence of connection, absence of risk. He fills the void by meticulously observing his beautiful, free-spirited neighbor, Thessa, from the safety of his darkened California apartment. Through the lens of his camera, he constructs a beautiful, controlled reality, documenting her every move, convincing himself that his voyeurism is merely harmless archiving.
But one night, Rafe witnesses a violent altercation. He sees Thessa struggling with an unknown man, a struggle that ends in what appears to be murder. Driven by a sudden, desperate urge to be a hero-or perhaps just closer to the life he watched-Rafe rushes across the street. He finds the door unlocked. He finds a body-but it's the man, not Thessa. And Thessa is nowhere to be found. Caught standing over the corpse with his fingerprints everywhere, Rafe realizes he hasn't intervened in a tragedy; he's walked directly into a trap.
As the police uncover his detailed record of Thessa's life, Rafe goes from witness to prime suspect in a double murder. Now, hunted and morally compromised, Rafe must shift from voyeur to detective. His search for Thessa leads him to a terrifying discovery: he was never the watcher. He was the watched. Thessa wasn't blissfully unaware; she was the puppeteer, using Rafe's obsessive need for control to execute a flawless plan that leaves her rich and Rafe ruined.
The only way out is to confront the terrifying woman who weaponized his deepest moral failing.
Rafe is a man defined by absence-absence of career, absence of connection, absence of risk. He fills the void by meticulously observing his beautiful, free-spirited neighbor, Thessa, from the safety of his darkened California apartment. Through the lens of his camera, he constructs a beautiful, controlled reality, documenting her every move, convincing himself that his voyeurism is merely harmless archiving.
But one night, Rafe witnesses a violent altercation. He sees Thessa struggling with an unknown man, a struggle that ends in what appears to be murder. Driven by a sudden, desperate urge to be a hero-or perhaps just closer to the life he watched-Rafe rushes across the street. He finds the door unlocked. He finds a body-but it's the man, not Thessa. And Thessa is nowhere to be found. Caught standing over the corpse with his fingerprints everywhere, Rafe realizes he hasn't intervened in a tragedy; he's walked directly into a trap.
As the police uncover his detailed record of Thessa's life, Rafe goes from witness to prime suspect in a double murder. Now, hunted and morally compromised, Rafe must shift from voyeur to detective. His search for Thessa leads him to a terrifying discovery: he was never the watcher. He was the watched. Thessa wasn't blissfully unaware; she was the puppeteer, using Rafe's obsessive need for control to execute a flawless plan that leaves her rich and Rafe ruined.
The only way out is to confront the terrifying woman who weaponized his deepest moral failing.