Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. That's what he called me over and over. That's what they called me over and over. That's what I call myself over and over. The voices kept yelling, yanking me further deeper to the unknown abyss. And the more horrid the nightmares became, the more I am used to the claustrophobic feeling of fear. Help was no longer an option, and being sane was a mere illusion. I am Insanity. *** After a fortuitous encounter, an aspiring psychology student gets tangled in the series of events involving a girl accused of murder. As he went along, he began to realize the dangers of diving into the twisted mind of a presumed criminal. Could there be things that are better left unknown? The truth is: borders between sanity and insanity is apparently, blurred.