The psychological onslaught of torment enveloped her in a veil of darkness as the same mind-bending scenes play on a relentless loop every time she closes her eyes.

The secrets Cassandra Matthews has been forced to keep are suffocating the very life blood out of her, leaving her utterly incapacitated. Alone with her despair, lost in the bleakness of helplessness, and invisible to those around her, she is unable to function effectively. Exasperated at feeling like a pinball being propelled back and forth, desperate for someone to listen, she threatens to confess all that she knows just to quieten the demons within.

Like a starter pistol commencing a race, Cassandra Matthews' warnings shift the gears into place, igniting a 'survival of the fittest' mode and stimulating her assailant's drastic actions.

They may think they have covered their tracks, but a face at the window holds the truth and will stop at nothing to ensure they pay, tenfold. The sins of the guilty may quieten their ears and allow them to sleep in blissful ignorance, but the puppet master is biding his time, planning his retribution.