A psychopath locked in a cell with someone who might not be human at all, neither of them knowing who is actually hunting the other. The interrogation never stops, it just changes shape. By the end you realize the real prisoner was never the one behind bars.
Egg Man sits on death row, a serial killer whose crimes have haunted the investigation for years. Officer Karen takes on the impossible task of extracting information from him: the location of a body that vanished without a trace. Their interrogations become a psychological chess match, each session revealing nothing but cryptic words and hollow smiles. Then a new prisoner arrives in Egg Man's cell. The man claims no memory of his crimes, no identity beyond the number 205. Egg Man studies him carefully. Is this truly another inmate, or something else entirely? A surveillance tool planted by police? An android built to spy? The uncertainty gnaws at him in ways violence never could. As Karen pursues leads from the outside, the dynamics within the cell shift and twist. Trust dissolves into paranoia. Reality bends around the three of them. What begins as a simple interrogation becomes something far more unsettling: a game where no one controls the rules, and the truth about who's manipulating whom remains locked away.