In the hills of Los Angeles, Dr. Kenneth Reeves established himself as one of the leading cosmetic surgeons to the stars.
After decades of dealing with narcissistic, shallow people Dr. Reeves reached a breaking point when he reluctantly performed a patient’s fifth nose job. She claimed he botched the surgery by turning her nose up too far, giving her the look of a pig. Furious that he had permanently destroyed her beauty, she filed a malpractice lawsuit. Fed up he snapped and fled the City of Angels. The doctor headed across the country to the Appalachian Mountains where no one would find him.
Under a pseudonym, he purchased a large and remote piece of farmland to open a new sort of practice offering plastic surgery on the black market. Dr. Reeves placed ads in small, weekly newspapers to attract some new business. Anonymity was his new MO for discretion and to help keep his secret. Regardless of their vain requests, he had a sick plan for all of his new, unsuspecting patients.