Summons

The scouts

The body-horror setup lands exactly where you'd expect it to—marks appear, contagion spreads, mystery unravels—and Carbajosa seems content to let convention do the heavy lifting instead of twisting the premise into something genuinely unsettling.

A competent exercise in escalating dread with clear structural bones, though it treads familiar ground in the lineage of body-as-text horror without adding formal insight into why this particular visual language matters beyond surface grotesquerie.

The pivot from personal affliction to collective threat works because Carbajosa commits to a single constraint—letting the marks themselves do all the storytelling, no exposition, just the slow grammar of skin as text—and that visual discipline turns a modest premise into something genuinely eerie.