Inside the corridors of a peculiar institution, a young man tries to avoid collapse while everything around him is sinking.

A darkly tender story about the language of power, the fragile nature of identity, and freedom as an inner state.

That night I lay in bed, but I could not sleep. It was the first day of confinement, and I already missed my books. I missed my friends. I missed the walks. But more than anything, I missed my father. I had not forgiven him. And I probably never would. But I certainly was not ready to let him go.