en Cuevana 3. A young man spends a quiet evening alone in his small flat, the world outside muted by darkness and rain. At first, the night is uneventful, he makes tea, scrolls on his phone, and idly flicks through television channels. The only sounds are the hum of the fridge and the ticking of a wall clock. But in the middle of that stillness, something changes. From somewhere far away, soft enough to be mistaken for imagination, he hears his name.