Walter King was everybody's favorite neighbor. A quiet widower, proud veteran, always kept his grass trimmed and his stories short. The kind of man folks waved to from the porch and trusted with a spare key. Every old man was young once, and some things don't fade with time-they fester. Now, as Walter's body begins to fail him- legs bucklin', mind slippin', ghosts crowdin' the corners of his eyes-the truth starts creepin' in through the floorboards. Faces long buried, sins long sealed, all risin' up like rot beneath fresh paint. He kept it hidden for decades. Played the part. Whether it's fear of damnation... or hope for a legacy to leave behind... death's icy grip is fixin' to choke the truth out of him.