Lydia Jones

JONES HAS ACCEPTED YOUR RIDE. Time: 11:11 PM.

Lydia wants to forget. Armed with a bottle of gin and a cynic's armor, she summons a midnight bike-taxi into the neon-lit gloom of Port Maniac-a decaying city where citizens literally pay for a dreamless sleep.

Her driver is Jones. He's quiet, running from an unforgivable past, and looking for a way to numb the noise in his head.

It should be a simple transaction. A quiet ride through the rain.

Then the road stops making sense.

The streetlights stretch into infinity. The radio begins to play songs tied to memories they've spent years trying to kill. The city around them fractures, shifting from empty highways into haunted rooms, surreal raves, and looping, inescapable nightmares. They aren't just driving through the dark anymore. They are driving through their own trauma.

With the night spiraling out of control and the lines between reality and memory collapsing, two broken strangers must figure out how to navigate the wreckage of their minds. Because something in the dark is watching them. And it won't let them out until the story is finished.

A surreal, neon-soaked psychological thriller about grief, guilt, and the ghosts we carry with us.