He wasn’t born a killer. He was built—polished chrome and pride, a man who lived through the reflection of a yellow Ferrari that told the world he mattered.
When the car is seized, so is his identity. The license plate that once defined him becomes a calling card, and the ritual it inspired—“One for the state, six for the plate”—begins a spiral no one sees coming.
Detective Sam Brody can trace every clue but not the sickness behind it. Because this isn’t about money, or revenge, or even murder. It’s about the one thing every man fears himself.
The Within is a psychological descent into ego, obsession, and the moment identity breaks—and something darker takes the wheel.