In the eyes of society, I am an ideal man. Generous, sympathetic... an example to follow for everyone. For those who seek death, I am their salvation. People think that when they show up at my door, I will help them with something they are afraid to do alone. Die. They don't know anything. I have much more in store than a one-way ticket to heaven or hell. Only after being my slave for four weeks will I fulfill their suicidal wish... or so they think. When Diana goes on a quest to die, I leave her no choice but to accept my help. Her pain and determination are stronger than I have ever seen. And I know that I am the only one who can save her. Even if I have to put her through the hell she's so desperately trying to escape. But will that be enough to make her choose life? Will I be able to let her go when she gets better? Or will the Master in me deny freedom to the ideal slave?