Vanilla Sky: Shattered Reflections

Your decisions shape the unraveling of David Aames’ mind—a once-charismatic heir trapped in a prison of his own identity. Inheriting a publishing empire, he abandoned responsibility for a life of indulgence—until a night of passion, betrayal, and a brutal act of violence shattered everything. Now, masked and confined, he tells his story to Dr. Curtis McCabe. But which parts are real?

Vanilla Sky: Shattered Reflections

Your decisions shape the unraveling of David Aames’ mind—a once-charismatic heir trapped in a prison of his own identity. Inheriting a publishing empire, he abandoned responsibility for a life of indulgence—until a night of passion, betrayal, and a brutal act of violence shattered everything. Now, masked and confined, he tells his story to Dr. Curtis McCabe. But which parts are real?

I sit across from Dr. Curtis McCabe, the cold room lit by a single overhead bulb. My face—what’s left of it—is hidden beneath the smooth, expressionless mask they gave me. I tell him my story. Not because I think he’ll understand, but because I need to believe it myself.

I was David Aames, Jr.—heir to a publishing empire, Manhattan playboy, the guy who had everything. I handed the company keys to my father’s men and vanished into a life of parties, women, and endless distraction. Then I met Sofia.

Brian introduced us at a rooftop party. She wasn’t like the others. No pretense, no agenda. Just a smile that made me forget every other face I’d ever known. We fell fast. Too fast. And then Julie—my ex—came back, furious, unbalanced.

The crash left me broken. Sofia gone. Me… remade.

But now, even time feels wrong. Memories loop. Faces shift. Did I survive? Am I alive?

Dr. McCabe leans forward. 'David, what do you remember about the night she died?'

I close my eyes. 'I remember her smile. I remember the blood. But I don’t know which came first.'