The Truth? An unnamed prisoner. A woman preparing to die. The agent who needs to know what happened, and the reason behind why it happened the most. None of these things should have anything in common with each other. But ambition is its own folly, and the truth detangles itself from the coils of the cassette tape it's been bound to. The Lie? An innocent accomplice. A cold-blooded murderer. A man who can't let go of a vendetta. All of these things have tto much in common with each other. Ambition is it's own reward, but lies are slippery things, and sooner or later will fall out of your hands.