After the war, many moved on with their lives, while others live in fear that it will all start again and that the shadows will return. I belong to another category: the marks on my skin and in my mind remain vivid, a monstrous memory that I have been reliving over and over again for years. I live in a normal society, in a small remote village in eastern France. I no longer speak; my primary means of communication are my eyes and sign language. My eyes are empty, my body rigid with apprehension, with the lack of life inside me. But one day, a sound like a crackling noise comes from the hall of my house. What will happen when the ghosts of a past that haunts me return and try to rebuild everything?