Behind Your Eyes

Ren Callahan is a crime scene photographer. She's seen some shit. Dead bodies don't bother her anymore. What bothers her is the custody battle with her ex-husband who's using her "morbid" job against her.

Then she passengers into someone who's chained to a pipe in a basement.

Twelve hours of hell. The captor brings food once. Doesn't speak. The body Ren's in is weak, dehydrated, losing hope. There's a window up high showing a brick building across an alley. A water heater with a specific manufacturer's label. A sound that might be a church bell. Small details that are already starting to blur the second Ren snaps back to her own body at 3 AM.

She does what she's supposed to do. Anonymous tip to the police. Location details. Everything she remembers.

They find nothing. The details aren't enough. Too vague. Could be a hundred places in the city.

Ren tries to move on. But the memories are fading fast, and she's haunted by one certainty: that person is still chained in that basement. Still waiting. Still dying slowly.