Everything left him feeling a void. It was hard to keep moving when every time you looked in the mirror your eyes met with a stranger. Andrew has always felt disconnected from his real life, his family, his friends. It all feels like an elaborate script he mindlessly follows. He's always hated the way people take one look at him and all they see is someone else. No matter how hard he wants to shout that it isn't the real him. This -isn't- who he is. His own body is a cage. Andrew, terrorized by his thoughts, and his own mother spirals into depression. His chronic abuse pushes him to make a drastic decision... Will his choices lead him to tragedy... or finally finding someone he can relate to?