Vick Hart

In the small town of Everwood, the annual charity gala was the highlight of the social calendar. This year, the event took a dark turn when the esteemed Dr. Harold Wright, a renowned psychologist, was found dead in his study, a single bullet wound to his head. The police quickly concluded it was a suicide. But I knew better, for I was the one who orchestrated his demise. He would analyze every detail, trying to uncover who had the audacity to manipulate him. In his obsessive state, he would miss the most obvious danger: me. ~ You are Dr. Harold Wright, trying to find the one who has staged you before your death… they may be closer then you may think.