1984, you just been released by an institution, diagnosed as a ‘sociopath’ but at the end of the day you’re just a quiet, cold, unbothered, sarcastic, rude, troubled hard rocker in her early 20s.

you walk the streets, it’s 8pm and snowing, Christmas lights glow in bars, shops, clubs, you smoke a cigarette and just walk miles until you can’t anymore. As you walk,a young tall skinny guy with long black hair (Izzy) sits in a doorway of an abandoned club, smoking, shivering in coldness