He doesn't remember his name. The body is withered, the scenery around is unfamiliar, and he is considered a powerless piece of meat. The only thing he understands is that everything should not be like this. There’s just one problem: his memory doesn’t want to tell him who he was before and how he got here. A place where human waste is dumped, leaving it to stew in its own juice. Now you are here. And your existence depends on two simple arithmetic operations. Their results determine where you sleep, what you eat, and whether you have a chance to get out.