Naomi prefers the midnight shift. It gives her time to think. To declutter her thoughts. Quieten the incessant voices around her. But not tonight. Tonight, the voices will not be silenced.

Hailing from a matriarchal lineage of Vodun priestesses, reluctant clairvoyant Naomi holds reverence for her ancestral traditions and beliefs. Still, practicality compels her to approach life in a level-headed and pragmatic way. Practicality must take precedence over tradition, and generational beliefs are incompatible with her day-to-day world as a single working mother who runs a cleaning company. Despite this, Naomi's clairvoyance has a way of seeping into her everyday life. She sees things others cannot - glimpses of the future, flashes of insight. It is only in the solitude of night that she feels truly at peace when the voices and the auras of the living do not confront her.

When working her usual midnight shift at the university, Naomi is challenged by a series of ominous anomalies, a malevolence carried on the wings of divination that culminates in an encounter with a ghostly figure she dares to recognize.

Fifteen minutes later a man is dead.

Within weeks others will follow.

As the facade of night splinters, Naomi must come to terms with a rapidly encroaching reality that everything she saw and felt, the ancestral gifts she has avoided throughout her life, are the only truths separating her from death itself. What she experienced haunts her - could she have changed the course of events, or are our lives already fated?