Synopsis

The man stood on the roadside, a chilling tableau of violence etched into his image. A butcher knife, slick with blood, rested in his hand. The gruesome detail – blood from three different people – painted a disturbing picture. He offered a simple explanation: a party, and then…nothing. A forgotten night. But could it be so simple? Was this a genuine lapse of memory, or a carefully constructed fabrication? The question hung heavy in the air: was he a victim of circumstance, or a master of decept