Milingoni, a teenager, entangles himself in a cobweb of substance abuse. To feed drug want he falls into a world of crime. He finds himself kicking and flailing in the frenzied storm into which he has stumbled. When he commits the worst of crimes in the tavern, his world turns upside down. Was the murder of his friend premediated? Or was it just an incident which was bound to happen, say ‘fate’? Does fate even exist? Or should one just forget about fate and take full control and responsibility of one’s actions and life?
