In the dead of night, Alma finds herself alone with her newborn in an isolated house. The silence is shattered by dark presences: men armed with flashlights slip through the walls, step by step, searching for something.
With her heart pounding, Alma clutches the baby and hides in the shadows, aware that every breath, every slightest sound could betray her. But the greatest danger lies in her own arms: if the child were to wake at that very moment, the unpredictability of a cry could turn silence into a sentence, revealing their presence.