Life, in its essence, is one ruled by confusion. Money, family and health problems distort our living, making us feel empty
till the core of our soul. Turbulence of emotion is one other such reason which instills in us a sense of perplexity. It gnaws at our being, slowly, yet skilfully, devouring our happiness,
till we remain a shadow of our former self...
And during times of
murder, these troubles seem to ride high.
A small town, Hastings. One untouched by crime, suddenly traumatised by a series of killigs. The
pattern remains the same, the victims so similar. Yet the killer manages to skillfully escape each time.
Perhaps mocking, perhaps scornful. Police chief Rafe Sullivan grapples with this reality, where
the murders remain gruesome, yet there is no sign of struggle.
When the conscious refuses to understand, it is often the unconscious which aids us. Often the most
obvious escapes our estimate. When the eye is blindfolded, it is often our sixth sense which rescues
us. A sense which we all ignore, a sense we refuse to believe in. A sense we all unconsciously accept.
At such a critical moment, the FBI's Special Crimes Unit sends Agent Isabel Adams, a young, ravishing woman, determined to reveal the truth. She
carries with her all equipment to help the
local police force. And she carries something else. She carries with her the psychic power to
tap into the killer's wavelength. To read his thoughts as if turning the pages of an obscure diary,
predicting his next move, his next victim. However, in doing so, she places her name highest on
his list, and becomes the next target for a hideous murder.
Yet, within all the twists that plague these happenings, the golden waves of hope washes over
us all as we learn to have faith in our own potential. Often unheard, misunderstood, or ignored,
we bottle our emotions at the furtherest corner of our hearts. And when on one fateful day, this
bottle explodes, we ravage our own self, wreck havoc everywhere.
Acceptance is primary. Facades wear out.