One is trying to survive in the darkness, speechless and silent.
One grew up in trauma and couldn't sleep at night.
The rain in Los Angeles prevented them from meeting each other for the first time.
Twelve years of wind could not blow away the rope.
He uses his lens to collect light, and he uses his profession to fight darkness.
A wedding, a murder, a reunion.
The old rope is retangled, and fate restarts.
You are my trauma and my antidote.
It is an abyss and it is also the world.
