Plot

A single night. A chat app. A chance meeting. An algorithm couples us. A million-to-one chance. Time passes a bit differently here. An interesting question... how much can you live through in a single night? They say the Internet is the final sphere of true freedom. When anything goes, then where do we start? There’s only one rule; if I don’t like something, if you bore me, if you don’t come up to expectations... I’ll you. I want to feel something. Can something be felt here?