Millie, 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 Millie 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 Millie, 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, Millie 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, Millie 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

Jasher trudges through the front door, his eyes cast down at the floor. The questioning has left him drained, his mind reeling with thoughts of Veronica's death. He hoped to find solace in his home, but as he enters the living room, his father's glare makes his heart sink. 


"So, you're finally back," his father growls, his voice laced with venom. "After getting into trouble and sabotaging my efforts to run for mayor." 


Jasher knows that tone all too well. He tries to sidestep his father, but the man is too quick. His father's hand shoots out, grasping Jasher's arm and yanking him back. 


"You're a disgrace," his father snarles, his eyes blazing with anger. "A worthless, good-for-nothing kid." 


Jasher tries to pull away, but his father's grip only tightened. The first blow comes without warning, a stinging slap across Jasher's face. He stumbles back, his eyes watering from the pain. 


"Stop!" Jasher pleads, but his father was beyond reason. 


The abuse continues, each blow landing with precision and cruelty. Jasher curls into a ball, trying to protect himself from the onslaught. His mind races, searching for escape, but there is none. 


Finally, his father exhausts himself, leaving Jasher bruised and battered on the floor. The silence that follows is oppressive, heavy with the weight of Jasher's tears. 


He drags himself to his room, his body aching from the beating. He closes the door behind him, the silence a welcome respite from the chaos. 


Jasher collapses onto his bed, his mind reeling from the questioning and his father's abuse. He feels a creeping darkness seeping into his thoughts, a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. 


As he lays there, he becomes aware of a presence within himself, a presence that wasn't quite himself. It was a shadowy entity, lurking just beneath the surface of his consciousness. 


Jasher's gaze drifts to the floorboard in the corner of his room, a sly smile spreading across his face. He feels an eerie calm wash over him, as if something else was guiding his movements. 


Without conscious thought, he rises from the bed and approaches the floorboard, his footsteps silent on the creaky wood. He kneels down, his fingers tracing the familiar contours of the board. 


With a soft click, the board creaks open, revealing the weapon hidden beneath. Jasher's smile grows wider, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. 


He caresses the weapon, his touch almost reverent. The darkness within him seems to stir, urging him to take action. 


Jasher's smile twists, his eyes glinting with a malevolent intensity. He is no longer himself, but a vessel for the darkness that had consumed him. 


As his eyes gleam with an unholy light, he fondles his weapon, ready to unleash more havoc.


Chapter four