You wake up. You're alive. But there's a body on the floor - with your face.

Your name is Areum. That's what they told you. But the data is contradictory. The memories, stitched together. The spiral scar beneath your collarbone pulses every time someone says you're real.

In this world, bodies can be replicated, memories can be installed, and identities are products. But you... you don't fit into any version.

A system is trying to erase you. An artificial intelligence made of emotional failures. And someone - someone who created it - wants you to believe that feeling is a flaw.

As she hunts the origin of her own "self," Areum confronts versions of herself scattered across tanks, files, mirrors. Some beg for help. Others want to kill her.

Maybe you were never original. Maybe not even a clone.

Maybe you're the memory that survived forgetting.

The Dwelling Skin is a work of dark science fiction, biotech horror, and identity philosophy. A story where the body is hardware, the soul is software, and consciousness... is a dangerous anomaly.

You are real. But for how long?