Carlos Quismundo

In a darkened room, a man commits a murder, an act of madness that leaves him emotionally crippled with guilt and paranoia. Beside him, a dead body lies face down on the bed, blood staining the white bed sheet. But it seems the dead body has its own agenda—haunting him again and again, taunting him. A cycle of guilt, paranoia, shame, and fear cuts through the man’s senses, driving him closer and closer to madness struggling to atone for the sin of violence to no avail.