Wasted

Winter, black and white city zero. There is a spy around every corner, a door ready to come for you, an invasion of your personal space in every movement. The hero runs through the stone city, running not only from the ubiquitous system, but also from himself in it. Its history is a fragment of the everyday life in which we do not even wonder what this is for the next check on the road and who unceremoniously enters our house.