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He doesn’t know the cameras are on. Mikel Anders hasn’t touched another human being in years. Isolated by trauma, haunted by silence, and numbed by porn that doesn’t do it anymore, he lives in a house that hasn’t seen a guest in over a decade. A forgotten man in a forgotten room—until a blurry, whiskey-soaked night lands him in something he doesn’t remember signing up for. The email said “support program.” The paperwork mentioned “reintegration.” It sounded harmless. It isn’t. Now, four girls—each younger, each hand-picked for reasons he doesn’t understand—have arrived with duffel bags, clipboards, and unsettling smiles. They say it’s therapy. They say they’re here to help. One’s too sweet, one’s too loud, one’s too cold, and one… one’s already watching him like she knows exactly what he’s hiding. Or what he’s doing behind closed doors. What Mikel doesn’t know is that the entire house has been wired. Every room. Every shadow. Every breath. He is the subject of a psychological experiment—one masked as kindness, monetized for entertainment, and built to strip away his privacy, layer by layer. The girls? Each one is playing a role. Some know the truth. Some don’t. But they all want something from him. And the worst part? He doesn’t know where he ends and the experiment begins. This isn’t therapy. It’s exposure. And the only way out… is through.