Once she cowered in a darkened room while the Axeman murdered her family. Waited, trembling, to meet death... and somehow lived.
Twenty year later she waits, each night, struggling to recreate the Axeman's features from her trauma-fogged memories, summoning the madman from the depths of her soul, seeking to capture him with her artist's talent and drive him out of her nightmares.
Now she sits in a blackout-stranded, pitch-black elevator, trapped in darkness with a stranger who seems all too familiar, who more and more reminds her of another stranger, twenty years ago...
