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Picturehouse
When you spend a good part of your life earning your money by taking compromising photos of people when they're doing things they least want people to know, you're bound to tread on many feet and, frankly, piss quite some people off. His assorted collection ranges from simple unfaithful lovers to murder and a couple of things most dare not speak; your dirty business is his dirty business. The question is, what has he captured this time - and how far would the portrayed go to get these photos?
Life is a bullet
There has been a certain pair of feet he has been treading on that he really shouldn't have. He doesn't remember when, why, or just what his camera caught that single time, but someone decided it was better if the photos disappeared forever - alongside their photographer. Long story short, a dark alley and a gun shot later, Adam awoke in a hospital, with a broken camera, a bullet in his shoulder and no memories of his attacker. Just when he'd run into him, would he be able to recognize his face, and what would it mean for either of them?
Where did the good go
Not necessarily the most charming person to grace this all too lovely planet, Adam naturally hasn't got all that many friends - but there are some select few; there were these guys with that band, that one girl at this one shop... To put it simple: Adam has friends. And he'd like to see them.
When you spend a good part of your life earning your money by taking compromising photos of people when they're doing things they least want people to know, you're bound to tread on many feet and, frankly, piss quite some people off. His assorted collection ranges from simple unfaithful lovers to murder and a couple of things most dare not speak; your dirty business is his dirty business. The question is, what has he captured this time - and how far would the portrayed go to get these photos?
Life is a bullet
There has been a certain pair of feet he has been treading on that he really shouldn't have. He doesn't remember when, why, or just what his camera caught that single time, but someone decided it was better if the photos disappeared forever - alongside their photographer. Long story short, a dark alley and a gun shot later, Adam awoke in a hospital, with a broken camera, a bullet in his shoulder and no memories of his attacker. Just when he'd run into him, would he be able to recognize his face, and what would it mean for either of them?
Where did the good go
Not necessarily the most charming person to grace this all too lovely planet, Adam naturally hasn't got all that many friends - but there are some select few; there were these guys with that band, that one girl at this one shop... To put it simple: Adam has friends. And he'd like to see them.