In a cramped interrogation room, there are only two people. She speaks in fragments, as if recalling not her own life. He asks questions, as if trying to save not her, but himself. The truth slips away with every answer. Time, faces, reality - everything becomes mixed up in a game of memory, guilt, and denial. This is a story about how easy it is to lose another person. And how you yourself disappear without anyone noticing.I grew up on Hitchcock's unsettling silence, his maniacal attention to detail, where horror is born not from monsters, but from the shadows in the eyes. The tension in the film deliberately goes over the top at times - it's a tribute to that saturated atmosphere that only Alfred knew how to create: when nothing is happening, but you can't breathe