It's hard to find an employer who doesn't ask too many questions about my past. So I thank my lucky stars that Douglas Garrick and his wife miraculously give me a job, cleaning their stunnng penthouse with views across the city and preparing fancy meals in their shiny kitchen. I can work here for a while, stay quiet until I get what I want. It's almost perfect. But I still haven't met Mrs Garrick, or seen inside the guest bedroom. I'm sure I hear her crying. I notice spots of blood around the neck of her nightgowns when I'm doing her laundry. And one day I can't help but knock on the door. When it gently swings open, what I see inside changes everything...