A guy lost into his own dreams 'bout love, war, conflicts... and even Death itself.
Into its dreams, he's a warrior, with a gun into his sword, which is covered with blood. But not his own one.
Into his dream, his best friend is lying in front of him. At least he didn't die alone.
The bladed guy know he is lost. But he doesn't want to be found. He doesn't want to wake up. Forever. Now he's thinking, his dreams haven't got love for main subject anymore. But he thinks he's able to live even without that. Maybe it's useless for him. Maybe not...