This is a story about how we are never truly alone. Even in complete silence, when we are by ourselves, we carry an entire theater in our heads. Each of these figures is a part of our 'self': the one who is afraid, the one who is angry, the one who is tired of fighting, and the one who still hopes. We try to control them, locking them within the boundaries of rules, expectations, and obligations but in the end, we find ourselves locked in right along with them