Synopsis

The news arrived as a whisper first, then a rising tide. A name, subtly altered – Joey Harris instead of Marris – appeared in the obituary section. And with it, a strange, unsettling bloom. Art galleries, once indifferent, now clamored for his work, offering sums that defied reason. They spoke of posthumous genius, of a tragically cut career. Joey Marris, it seemed, had finally died. But the life of Joey Marris was far from over. It was merely veiled in a carefully constructed lie, a phan