You’re here, she’s there. And he’s right in the middle keeping you from the one thing you want the most in life. What are you willing to do to get it?
You are a spoiled trust fund playboy who recently lost your over-bearing and inordinately uptight parents in a tragic car accident. You got their wealth. You got their enormous mansion. Unfortunately, it still stinks of moderation and traditionalism which clashes gravely with your artistic and high-minded endeavors.
You immediately hire a beautiful but married interior designer to cleanse the stain of contempt and austerity left behind in the house by your parents.
Just like your obsession with finding and killing the rat in your new abode, you become fixated on the husband and must remove him as an obstacle to your covetous pursuits.
If only the husband didn’t exist.
As you become more and more obsessed with the idea, you begin to slowly sink into a thick cesspool of despair and corruption.
How will it end?