Guy meets girl, falls in love and lives happily ever after. This is not that - this is everything but that. The closest you’ll find to happiness in the ending is its sense of never having started.
There is love but this is no tale of romance, there is murder but this is no tale of crime, there is a question of mental stability, but only as stable as time itself.
Instead exposed are the thoughts of a victim to an event that triggers the return of a lifetime of suppressed memories in which he was the assailant. Now battling with the guilty conscience that his consciousness had rejected; he relentlessly pursues to rationalise every irrational thought that plagues him in his pursuit to clear his conscience.