Kidnapped and bound, locked in a cell, and tortured without end. No demands. No questions. No motivations. Wren’s living her best life. Sure, she drinks too much, and her best friend is clearly in love with her, and that new bloke that just moved in upstairs makes too much noise, but she’s got a good enough job, and a reasonable flat. But watching a horror film—drunk—about extreme haunt attractions, she makes a call. The only problem is the next day she can’t remember what about. Bizarre telephone calls lead to weirdos on the street, people following her, until eventually she’s taken. She doesn’t know what they want. And they won’t tell her. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.