A death that looks clean. A city that isn't.

In an Airbnb in Kypseli, a man is found dead. No signs of break-in. No evidence of a struggle. A room tidied to an inexplicable degree. And a glass of water that doesn't match anything said in the scene.

Detective Karras takes on the case. The first crack opens when the dead man's daughter whispers: "I felt relieved. And that's what frightens me."

From there, Athens is stripped bare: apartments erasing traces but not stories, neighbors who know more than they admit, a woman appearing in the stairwell only when the lights are low.

Karras isn't just chasing a perpetrator. He faces a silent agreement stretching from Patission Street to the city's underground — an agreement that keeps death pure and the truth buried.