A robbed writer. His masterpiece... disappeared in the hands of a friend. A play that he had kept under lock and key. That same night, he decides to set the record straight: a small conversation, with nothing more than a few jolts. But it is not meant to be that way. Misfortune is there, lurking in the shadows of the alleys lights. His whole life, built by his firm, steady and sure hand, is thrown against the cold sidewalk on a dark night. Yet a man can survive. Even after everything. A writer can rewrite each sentence again. That's what he thought...—Anonymous