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In a quiet college town where ancient stone corridors echo with whispered prayers, a theology student discovers a darkness blooming within himself. Steve Adams spends his days poring over sacred texts, grappling with questions of faith, mortality, and the nature of the soul. When an unsettling change begins to twist his perception of the world, the very doctrines he studied start to feel like a fragile shield against an unknowable hunger that stirs beneath his skin.

The shift pulls Steve into an uneasy dance between the sanctity of his upbringing and a visceral, primal urge that threatens to consume him. As his body betrays him, he finds himself caught in a paradoxical struggle: the very blood he once revered as a symbol of salvation now becomes a lure he cannot resist. Complicating matters further is his relationship with his father, a weary preacher whose own frailty forces Steve to confront the limits of familial love and the desperate measures required to survive.

Around him, the town’s sleepy rhythm is tinged with an undercurrent of dread, as faculty, fellow students, and local authorities sense that something is amiss. The atmosphere swirls with a blend of gothic melancholy and darkly comic absurdity, hinting at hidden forces that test both belief and sanity. Conversations are laced with nervous humor, and the ever‑present hum of candlelight in the chapel contrasts sharply with the cold, unsettling cravings that haunt the night.

Rev. Adams, the aging cleric, embodies the tension between tradition and the inexorable pull of the unknown, serving as both anchor and reminder of what is at stake. As the line between devout scholar and nocturnal predator begins to blur, the film invites viewers into a world where theology collides with terror, leaving a lingering question: can faith endure when the very heart of belief turns against its keeper?

Last Updated: December 04, 2025 at 18:16