Samy Blum does not remember anything. Neither day nor night. She doesn't remember when her own perception began to crack and the horrors of her past began to trickle in. Was it because of her work at Café Devi? Because of the drugs? Did it have to do with the visit of that one guest who had looked so familiar to her? In panic and seemingly lost, Samy awakens in her inner world - rooms of darkness and dissociation. Dreadful scars continue to tear open piece by piece. Something chases Samy through the realm of this pain, in which every perception of reality threatens to drift away anchorless and only one thing becomes unimaginable: oblivion.