Nick Walter is missing, and Kyle Davis blames himself.




He can't quite remember what happened that night and hates himself for it. There was a fight, of that he's sure. And there was blood- the same blood that's now drying on his hands. He stares at it, willing the memories to resurface, but they only return in faded flashes. He can't help but assume the worst.




Kyle goes through the stages of grief, convinced he's killed his best friend. Should he confess? He fears he's losing his sanity, and the hallucinations aren't helping. Little does Kyle know, sometimes the visions aren't just in his head. Desperate to be free of the guilt, Kyle needs to find out what really happened that night. Can he piece together his fragmented memories to discover the truth? Or will he only ever have to believe the lies?