A curious college student travels to Haiti to unravel the life of the president. What she finds is...unspeakable. While investigating the past of President Moïse for a memoir, Shedeline walks into the heart of a life-changing event for her, Haiti, and its president; as she gets a front-row seat to the chaos and intrigue of a bloody political firestorm. This unexpected turn of events shakes her and introduces a terrifying twist to what she thought would be an ordinary story. Now, her memory is heavy with the answer to the prodigious question hanging over an unsettled nation. Who killed the president?
Robenson Lauvince
Director
Raquel Pélissier
Shedline Jacques
Jimmy Jean-Louis
Renel Monise
Paul Henry Athis
Eden
Eddy François
Bad
Fresnel Larosiliere
Jean Jacques
Evens Jn Baptiste
Bilio
Tico Armand
Madga
Pedro Moreno
Adam
Anthony Alvarez
Caëlle Jean-Baptiste Edmond
Madame Jean Jacques
Kako Jacques Bourjolly Jr.
Ambassador
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