ou don’t remember the purchase. But the receipt remembers you.
 
When Jules finds a crumpled receipt for razor blades, rope, and ammonia—timestamped for a time she was asleep—her life spirals into a nightmare of cursed transactions, digital hauntings, and a ghost that doesn’t forgive.
 
In a city where every purchase has a price, the receipts, not only, prove what you bought...they prove what you deserve.