A hard-boiled tale that takes place in a desolate future whence everything is worn down to the bone. Greed, cruelty, sexuality, fire and a dash of poetry are all that remains.

The "investigator" lurks within the bits and pieces of humans that strive to just barely stay alive. He's a bitter man that reminds us of contemporary stories on crime and punishment. A detective or a mole, that crawls around fact and fiction, often abused and always broke and hungry. His landlord is always looking for him to pay the rent.

The investigator´s office is located smack in the middle of the bleak slum, a place the sun never reaches. It´s where the community´s last hope lies within their new leader, an illusionist, "The great Hassan". He projects a sparkling ad-campaign which spreads hope about a better world.

A woman with the look of a mannequin plays a key part in a criminal case the investigator is looking in to - with clues leading directly to The great Hassan. Perhaps, one can steer away the threat of genocide that lurks over the remaining humanity. But nothing´s quite as easy as it seems. The woman who leads the way, forces the investigator to everything - from crawling around on the bottoms of dark chasms, to pleasuring himself with the sexual attractions of the artificial paradise.

In the end, the ground literally and figuratively gives out from underneath him, and he feels betrayed, by the woman and all the others. Paradise was just a trap, love was just a fake and nobody was interested in the truth.