Staring blankly at civilisation through a pair of binoculars is the frail, masked man ‘Nochexxx’.

Longing for the glory years when his life was like a game played in boss mode, he now lives in isolation, fuelled by carrots and cigarettes with carnage flashbacks interrupting his already torturous existence. What happened that fateful day on the race track? What answers are there outside his window? Will we ever see the real Nochexxx rise from the shadows?