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Every night at exactly 3:17, Detective Daniel wakes up.

No matter when he falls asleep.
No matter how exhausted he is.
No matter how many pills, bottles, or failed attempts he uses to silence whatever has been happening inside his mind.

For months, he convinced himself it was stress. Trauma. The consequence of too many years inside a violent profession that had already cost him his health, his relationships, and nearly his career. But when a murder inside an old apartment building drags him back into an investigation, Daniel begins to notice something far more disturbing than the body itself.

The residents of the building are not sleeping either.

Some suffer from insomnia. Others wake up confused in unfamiliar parts of their apartments. A few complain of strange sensations they cannot explain. And almost all of them seem connected by the same detail: they wake up at exactly 3:17.

What begins as a seemingly ordinary homicide slowly transforms into something darker and far more intimate. As the investigation deepens, Daniel finds himself trapped between obsession and paranoia, struggling to separate evidence from fear while a growing sense of unease follows him everywhere he goes. Because the closer he gets to the truth, the more impossible it becomes to ignore a terrifying possibility:

Maybe the investigation was never about discovering who committed the murder.

Maybe it was about discovering what has already been happening to all of them.