War-torn and prosaic are exactly the words that describe the runaway, Rue Plaridel, when one day he takes the courage to break the cage of despair and flee hell. He has no expectations and do not really mind what his life will be after that, however, he—surprisingly—finds comfort along the busy streets and blinding city lights of the capital city in the northern region of the southern island. All is going well for Rue, until the good for nothing Sat Manabat finds them one unfortunate day. What about Sat? Let’s just say he is the bane of Rue’s existence.