In a forgotten corner of the world, on the oldest path of the cemetery, a little boy sat motionless beside a stone cross. His name was Ray Davidson, and he was only six years old. His tiny fingers clutched a wilted bouquet of flowers, and his cheeks were stained with tears and dust.

And the boy, with a trembling voice, repeated the same words for hours:

— “She’s not dead… Mommy’s not dead… She promised she wouldn’t leave me alone…”

Until Steven Lawson, an old millionaire, stopped. “What did you say?” Steven asked.

Ray looked up at him with big, wet, stubborn eyes.

— “She told me in a dream not to believe what people say… that… she didn’t fall asleep at the wheel… Someone lied!”

Steven saw the name: Clara Davidson. The cursed Rose Care Center. Years ago, people disappeared there. His friend vanished chasing the truth.