"Though it is only eight o'clock in the morning, he already knows there is a good chance he will have killed himself before the afternoon is out."
The man at the pitiless heart of this story is without any redeeming quality; so feature-less he doesn't even warrant a name and yet from the beginning there's something about him, a faint, indiscernible incongruity which ignites the curiosity. By the end, you will realise there are many ways to dissect the life of a human being, the danger is, the truth might be very different from that which you think you know.
