Things are never what they seem. That cheerful kid beside you could be an abused victim, the old lady you sit next to in the bus could be a former fugitive, the man who fixes bikes for little kids could be a kidnapper, the golden boy of the town could just be a psychopath waiting to snap. Blackwater Creek is not what it seems. On the outside it's the average small town, with the average people and places. On the outside the community is functional and safe. But no one knows what goes on inside. Until the death of Gabel Sylvester.