Billie, a teenager with a troubled past, moves to a new town with her mother, seeking a fresh start. However, their arrival coincides with a gruesome murder, which sparks a series of eerie events and mysterious encounters.

As Billie navigates her new school and relationships, she's drawn to Jasher, an introverted and enigmatic classmate with a fascination for true crime and psychopathic behavior. Unbeknownst to Billie, Jasher harbors a dark secret: his ability to switch personalities, adopting the persona of "Echo," a menacing and calculating alter ego.

As the body count rises, Billie finds herself at the center of a sinister game, with Jasher/Echo's true intentions unclear. With her own dark past and Jasher's duplicity, Billie must confront her fears and unravel the tangled threads of the murder mystery before she becomes the next victim.

Whispers of the Alter Ego: Unraveling the Town's Dark Secrets

The moon cast its silver glow over the deserted school compound, illuminating the scene like a macabre stage. Jasher pushes Veronica onto the swing and the scraping sound pierces the quiet air as the swing moves back and forth. 


He grasps the sculpting knife, its blade glinting in the faint light. Before him, Veronica trembles, her eyes wide with fear. The sound of her own terrified breathing was the only soundtrack to her final moments. 


'You played me, now who ends up on a playground? You!’ Jasher hisses, his voice low and venomous. ‘Tonight, I sculpt a new reality.' 


With a swift, precise motion, he plunges the knife into her flesh, carving his twisted art into her very being. The sound of her screams was music to his ears, a symphony of revenge. 


He watches, feeling tingles as the light leaves her eyes. That's the moment he loves the most, ridding the world of a villain, writing a new chapter, cleansing the evil and Injustice that no one cares about. 


Blood sputters out as he pulls out the knife, stabbing her over and over again till her scream dies and she hangs limp on the swing. 


Taking out his design, he places it on her lap, making her hold it still with her hands. It's a rectangular cardboard with the words; 


He pushes the swing lightly and she starts to move to and fro, the eerie creaks filling the quiet night 


Prologue