Crime Psychology

My dream came true, and I became a paparazzo. I thought my life was about to get a fresh start, but who knew that a supposedly respectable job, or being the uncrowned king in everyone’s eyes, was all bullshit? My life from then on became a nightmare. I was dragged into a vortex of all kinds of inexplicable events, where people weren’t people and ghosts weren’t ghosts. How many truths and secrets unknown to the world were buried beneath it all? And where could I go from here?