From the moment he was born, he was never alone.
While other children feared the dark, he feared the figures that stood within it—watching, whispering, guiding. No one else could see them. No one else believed him. As he grew older, he learned the truth: they were his consciences. Not a voice in his head—but living, breathing presences that shaped his choices and judged his every move.
At first, they only advised.
Then they began to command.
What starts as subtle guidance slowly becomes control. They dictate who he trusts, what he says, what he avoids. They claim it’s for his own good. They claim they are protecting him. And for years, he obeys.
Until one decision—one “right” choice—destroys everything.
Trying to follow their moral code, he takes an action meant to help… but it spirals into something far worse. Now his life is at risk, and the same consciences that once promised protection refuse to take responsibility.
Worse still, they’re hiding something.
Trapped between doubt and danger, he begins to question the very beings that define his sense of right and wrong. If his consciences can lie… then what is truth?
And if he can’t trust his own mind—
Who is really in control?