When the Metropolitan Antiquities Museum quietly accepts a new artifact for display; a carved idol from an ancient, forgotten tribe; the staff expect nothing more than another dust-covered addition to their collection. They could not be more wrong. The idol is not an artifact. It is a curse. As soon as the exhibit is unveiled, shadows deepen in the galleries. Doors that once opened freely lock tight. Windows refuse to break. One by one, employees begin to see things: the dead walking the halls, their own reflections betraying them, impossible corridors swallowing them whole. Then the killings begin; sacrifices claimed by idols that are not carved from stone but fed by hunger. At the center of it all is Dr. Elias Ward, the museum's director, whose own body is branded by spirals that burn with each pulse of the idols' fury. Alongside Harold, a guard clinging to hope and grief, Ward must confront the truth: the museum itself is alive, and every hall is a throat leading to something that should never be born. Together, they must choose; sacrifice themselves to feed the idols or break the pattern before the door between worlds can open. But in a place where reality bends, trust rots, and every step falls to a rhythm not their own, survival may demand the most dangerous act of all: defiance.