Some photos should never be developed.

Sam doesn’t want to save the world. He just wants to save himself.

Burdened by a curse that is slowly consuming him, Sam hunts the "Blended"—ancient ghosts that hide inside modern humans, hijacking their bodies and feeding on their lives. To break the cycle and earn his freedom, he has to fill a quota written in blood.

His weapon isn't a spell or a sword. It’s a battered, duct-taped analog Nikon. The rules are simple: Capture the ghost on film. Develop the negative. Burn the proof. The risk is simpler: If he snaps the shutter too early, he doesn’t trap the ghost. He traps the innocent human soul instead. And unlike digital, film has no delete button.

On the run from a vengeful Churel wearing a supermodel's skin, Sam talks his way into a job at a struggling Mumbai PI agency. His new boss, Mithuna, thinks he’s just a scruffy photographer with a talent for catching cheating spouses.