It begins with a glance, a meaningless handshake, or a soft smile. To you it is innocent, but to James it's become the reason for his existence. Just to see your smile, smell your perfume, or simply watch you. A failing marriage, the inability to be fulfilled in life, and the constant voices inside his head. James is tormented and mocked with every breath. He is dead to the world. Struggling to determine what is real and what is a creation of his own mind. He yearns for the one woman he can't have. Rhonda. She has set a fire in his soul, a fire that is leaving embers of pain, sadness, and murder in its wake.