This film is about a man who is given every opportunity to do good and yet he continually fails. Not out of malice, but something worse: indifference. What if fate, or God, or an unseen hand was placing you exactly where you needed to be, offering the chance to step forward, to change, to become better, and you failed to see it? A surrender to self-destruction, that is its own nightmare. Compounding this is the horror of entanglement—of being drawn into a family, a culture, a lineage not your own. Arnold clings to his discomfort, recoiling from what feels foreign, but as the story unfolds, it becomes clear that his fears were only shadows on the wall. The real horror isn’t what surrounds him—it is what he carries inside. He is not an innocent man trapped in an ominous world. He is the source of its darkness.

The film’s deepest terror is the realization that you may not be the hero of your own story, but the villain. What could be more horrifying than coming face to face with the truth of yourself and seeing something unredeemable stare back?