A grieving father, Eli, and his young son Jonah are trapped in a nightmare where guilt literally grows inside them-red legs sprouting from scars, straw tips curling like fingers, juice that burns like acid. It started with a crash. It ended with Mom's voice in their throats: "Good boy." Now, every road loops back to the factory. Every mirror shows blue eyes. Every hum-963-pulls them deeper. The Mirror Protocol isn't a curse. It's them. And it's hungry. Psychological body horror. No escape. No mercy.