A man sits on a bench by a picturesque river view side waiting to meet someone. Waiting in the hopes that she will come. As he sits there, he is haunted by the ghosts of his past. Memories of happiness intertwined with those of sadness, despair, remorse and regret.
Far away, the woman in question is a bundle of anxiety. Thinking about the possibilities to come and the impossibilities that come with them. She is unsure of the path that she wants to take. After all, what we want to do and what we should do are rarely the same.
Meanwhile death looms over the city lying in wait for its next victim. Does she have a reason to come? Will they meet? Time can only tell. And time is running out.