Peter Franch was destined to succeed.   His father was the CEO of a pharmaceuticals company and his mother the president of a marketing firm.   The oldest of three boys, he was heir to the empire of a wealthy, powerful family.

Brash, outgoing, and spontaneous, Peter's personality displayed all the usual characteristics of an over-privileged upbringing. As a boy, he had a particular problem staying focused on one thing for very long.  His parents paid for him to try a countless amount of hobbies and sports, but he usually lost interest within a couple weeks.   He was accustomed to having things done for him, and also having his parents cover for him when he made mistakes.  

But the hand that life dealt Peter was not destined to last.   One snowy evening in November, fate would reshuffle the deck. The year that Peter turned eleven, he developed appendicitis just before his family was leaving for Thanksgiving with his grandparents.   Too weak to travel, his parents paid the nanny to stay with him while they and his brothers flew to Aspen for the week.   However, on the family's return trip their charter plane ran into a sudden and unexpected blizzard.   The plane crashed an hour after takeoff.   No one on board survived.

Peter was now the sole beneficiary of his family's fortune, but he was still too young to live by himself.   His single, matronly aunt agreed to move in and look after him.   But their relationship would be a cold and unpleasant one.   She found him to be a spoiled brat, and he resented her for trying to take the place of his parents.  Over the past several months, a creeping sense of paranoia has overtaken Peter.   He can't seem to shake the feeling that someone, or something, is watching him.