I’m watching you.

Stranded in London in the wake of 9/11, an alcoholic New York City singer and private investigator becomes dangerously entangled with a charismatic horror filmmaker she secretly investigates over suspected ties to Osama bin Laden—only to become the subject of his next film, where he weaponizes her real-life trauma in a psychological war. 

The blur between performance and reality becomes a war for the soul.

In 2001, the line between performance and survival is razor-thin. Operating under the alias Dusty Rose, Charmay is an actress, singer, and part-time private investigator living with the aftermath of teenage abuse and homelessness and now in the throes of alcohol addiction. When she takes a surveillance assignment to trail a New York director to a small film festival in Germany, she expects a clean, fast sting.

Then the towers fall.

Grounded in Europe by the closed post-9/11 airspace, Charmay is pulled into London and into the volatile orbit of Zaz, a charismatic horror filmmaker. When the PI firm suspects Zaz of covert international links, they push her deeper into his world. But the surveillance cuts both ways. Zaz steals her laptop, mines the raw fragments of her past, and announces a new film. Once on set, he strips away the script—weaponizing her life and trauma to trap her inside a brutal, real-time performance.

As production moves through Tunisia, France, and Greece, the boundaries between script, memory, performance, and reality begin to collapse. Charmay’s drinking accelerates into blackouts, hallucination, and near-death as Zaz’s manipulation escalates.

She has transformed herself into a hunter—private investigator, performer, spy. As the investigation cuts to the bone and the film takes on a life of its own, the most dangerous thing she is hunting may be the ghosts inside herself.

A dark psychological suspense novel, PSYCHOSX: The Hunter is Haunted is a volatile, hyper-observant blend of literary noir and trauma narrative, exploring addiction, art, surveillance, identity, and a mind under pressure across Manhattan and Europe.

This is for the lonely ones—you are at the heart of the truth.