What is the past? They found her bled out in a gutter. Body deformed, face alien, and skin an unfinished canvas abandoned by an unknown artist, she strangely exists in a world of manmade perfection where men are not men but mannequins. Memoryless, friendless and trapped in a lawless reality ruled by the immoral, she learns sex, drugs, and anarchy are the currency of trade and everyone pays-pays or becomes meat on the dinner table. She will be no man's meat and pleasure is the coin she barters. A guilty addiction, the masses crave and treasure her deviance. Still, without memories or friends to aid in the unrelenting struggle to survive, one question plagues her nightmares. It is the question she asks each day and each night: Who am I?