Quoted as a Shyamalan-like story. Reminiscent of Alien, and Stranger Things. Scarlett Powell has been estranged from her husband, Edgar, for some time. The mere sight of one another sends devastating anger through their bodies, reaching deep to their cores. For the past six months, however, he's the only person on her mind. He disappeared one night after storming out of their home without a word of where he was going. Something unusual for Edgar, but given their rocky relationship it suited her just fine. She has been searching for Edgar for six months and to add to the torment, the search is in a city that isn't theirs to call home. Until one day, Scarlett and her brother-in-law, Zigmond answer a call that will change life as she knows it forever. They make a long trek to a rehabilitation center to find Edgar alive and well, only he isn't Edgar anymore. He looks like him, feels like him, smells like him, but Scarlett knows it isn't him. Edgar was found and brought to this rehabilitation center. There, he was in the hands of tiny men all dressed alike with only their colorful vibrant bowties to tell them apart. Their robotic stances, bizarre glances, and twitching manners make Scarlett rethink her choices. What she also doesn't know is once they entered that rehabilitation center, there is no way of escaping.

Horrors and torment take over her stay, horrors no human should ever endure. Horrors no person can even begin to explain and the tiny men aren't who they claim to be. How will Scarlett get out of this? Or will she ever get out?

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