The thick fog in London never dissipates, covering up sins and breeding twisted desires.
A Gurkha mercenary, bound by his past and bound by a contract, accepts a mission: to hunt down the terrifying symbol of Twist - Jack the Ripper. He is good at killing, but longs for redemption; he holds a sharp blade, but in his heart he yearns for his distant hometown and tranquility.
A person with dual personalities who is an elegant painter during the day and a cold-blooded killer at night. His knife is not only for taking lives, but also for dissecting "holes" and completing his morbid and gorgeous bloody "art". He felt lonely in the endless killing until he met the foreign warrior with the same lonely eyes and the same sharp blade.
The fog became their stage. The hunter-prey game gradually turns sour. Provocative roses, unsigned sketches, bewitching whispers, fatal approaches... Jack saw in Naib the only "kind" who could understand his own madness, while Naib glimpsed the dark abyss in his heart that he was also unwilling to admit in Jack's twisted "truth" and paranoid pursuit.
It's a dangerous waltz on the edge of morality. Should they break free from the shackles of the contract and fall into the scarlet mist, or should they stick to the shaky bottom line and try to save each other's broken souls?
When elegant madness meets silent struggle, when the road to redemption meets the temptation of sinking, who will be the end of whom, and who can truly save whom?
London is locked in fog, and an ultimate bond is unfolding silently in the darkness...
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