Enter a world of The Vestige, where horror meets prestige, where art isn't made-it's suffered.Where brushstrokes bleed, canvases scream, and inspiration comes at the price of sanity.When a group of teenagers are lured into a remote cabin once owned by a long-forgotten painter, they expect serenity, not terror. But hidden within the decaying walls lies a disturbing legacy-unfinished paintings that breathe, move, and seem to watch. They whisper one name: R.M.The painter of the damned. A madman driven by a singular obsession-to complete his magnum opus, a work so powerful it could shatter the boundary between art and reality.But along the way, he lost the inspiration to complete it, so he needs muses-not to inspire, but to torment. Each scream, each broken soul, each descent into madness fuels his masterpiece. He orchestrates fear like a symphony, bending the minds and bodies of those he captures until they're nothing more than living brushstrokes on his hellish canvas.He traps souls within portraits, freezing them in their final moment of terror. Inside his twisted gallery, he tests his victims with their deepest fears and darkest insecurities-an endless exhibition of torment.Every year, R.M. emerges for his annual haunt, tormenting and hunting fresh souls in a relentless pursuit of inspiration to fuel his magnum opus.As the friends spiral into a fever dream of psychological and supernatural horror, they realize the truth: You don't escape R.M.You become part of him.Now, we must confront a chilling truth: What if death is mercy... compared to being remembered by R.M.? He sees your sorrow. He paints your undoing. And once you're in his netherworld, you don't die-you endure. An endless cycle of torment.Because in his world, death isn't the end-it's the beginning of your exhibition.A soul frozen in time.A moment of agony immortalized in oil and shadow.Can R.M. be defeated? If he can, should a god-like immortal being be defeated?The Vestige is the gateway to hell, a chilling journey into obsession, creation, and the price of being remembered.Once you've seen R.M.'s work, he's already painting you.