A book shop should be cozy and appealing—at least that’s what the new director of the store “Texts” wants to see. He’s an American who has recently moved to the UK. But it turns out to be pretty hard, because something is constantly wrong in his shop, which is one of a whole chain. First, the building is always hiding behind a thick fog. Every morning when employees arrive, many books are on the floor—some are torn or soaked with some kind of dampness. The computers malfunction, and at night, even when they’re switched off, they flicker with a strange gray light. Orders disappear. On the purchased video tapes instead of films, there are shadows depicting ancient battles and sacrifices. When a car in the parking lot in front of the shop runs over one of the salesgirls to death, the director decides to take harsh measures. A check is coming, and he keeps the entire staff on overnight duty to sort through the inventory and find out who is making a mess inside the store. But on the CCTV monitors, strange creatures have already appeared—half-transparent, yet leaving slick, slimy traces behind them. And the fog becomes even more impenetrable, while danger and horror creep closer and closer.