In the morning, the Cleaner works on the shore of Lake Como and enthusiastically looks at the garbage, because garbage always tells the truth about people. “I’m invisible,” the Cleaner thinks and doesn’t yet know that he’s mistaken. He doesn’t know much at all.

The Cleaner doesn’t know that he will now raise his head, look at the lake - and his invisible life, which is full of bitter memories and even more bloody secrets, will begin to flow, ready to sink. And that one tortured thirteen-year-old girl with purple bangs was about to look at him - and really see him. And that the Huntress, a broken woman who has been saving victims of domestic violence for years, has already picked up the trail and is looking for him.

The Cleaner does not yet know that they are three, people without names, each locked in their own personal horror, winding paths are heading towards a general explosive outcome, and their fate will be decided by Lake Como, which hides and reveals other people's secrets whenever and however it pleases.