Midnight. The TV in the room turns on by itself, switching to a screen of static. A loud hissing noise fills the room, and soon an old well, its mouth gaping open, appears within the screen.

From the depths of the screen, a white hand grips the edge of the well. A pale figure slowly crawls upward. A woman with long black hair covering her face walks toward the screen. And then—the TV's display warps, and her hand breaks through the screen, reaching into the room. Water drips onto the floor, and a chill instantly fills the air.