A support group. A circle of grief. And one man who listens a little too closely.What begins as a routine night of shared sorrow slowly unravels into something far more chilling. Because not everyone in that room is there to heal.This isn’t just about loss—it’s about the dark curiosity hiding behind a kind smile.🎧 Press play. But keep your guard up.

In Atlanta, love is calculated. Death is optional.Maya's not just looking for a partner—she's hunting for one. Each match made by CompatibleSouls feels eerily perfect. Because it is. The app doesn’t just match lonely hearts—it pairs killers with chemistry. When Maya connects with Vincent, a demolition expert with haunted eyes and military precision, sparks fly—and so does blood.

It starts with a scream. Ends with silence.

Somewhere between a Hollywood afterparty and a rundown motel room, a woman watches the world mourn her—while someone else wears her face, bleeds in her dress, and dies in her place.

But fame’s a tricky thing. It lets you disappear in plain sight.And murder? That’s just business with better lighting.

This episode isn’t about who died. It’s about who was supposed to.And why ghosts sometimes show up before the body’s cold.

Trust no one.

Not the man cashing the checks.

Not the girl who knew too much.

And definitely not the reflection in the mirror.

—

📢 NOTE: This one breaks format. It’s longer. It’s riskier. It’s an experiment.If you love it—or hate it—I want to hear from you. Operators are standing by at jlstroudjr.com.

Your feedback decides what comes next.

So speak now… or the next body might be yours.