The screen went black. Then a single frame appeared: a timestamp from the year he was born. A room. A crib. And someone leaning over him with a camcorder, whispering, “Samson… this is the first cut.”

A reclusive video archivist named Samson discovers that the old, unlabeled tapes he’s been digitizing don’t just capture reality—they rewrite it.

The next morning, a new box arrived at . No return address. Inside: twelve unmarked tapes.