How can we ever truly know ourselves when we spend our lives not knowing the little cross-shaped mole behind our ear, our twitching when we fall asleep, the backs of our teeth, the face we make when we reach an orgasm, die, lie. What if, one day, you look into the mirror and the person staring back at you yells, ‘Who the fuck are you?’ What if you are the intruder? What if you are the psychopath?

            After his sister’s death and the tragic events that followed, an isolated young writer isn’t sure anymore who he is. In an effort to find both himself and material to fuel his nonexistent writing career, he makes a deal with Alex, a girl with an unsettling nostalgia for the childhood she spent too much of in wells. The deal, the deal is to strangle her.