He's a hit man and keeps a low profile. She's a prostitute, resigned to obey the call of the night. They don't know each other but they rent the same room. They take turns spending half days in the apartment and their paths never cross. She hates that the thug smokes and pees on the toilet seat. He becomes aware of the lady's habits and fantasizes about her. The slightest message or trace (a smell, leftovers, blood...) begins to strangely fill the void of solitude. Yet, as they become more and more entangled in their lives of crime, it seems likely that the underworld will draw these two together... But when and how? A completely independent film, this is an urban poem without dialogue; a desire is unleashed every minute, music providing rhythm to the evidence and traces of our solitary lives.