Bloodied and in a deep embrace, Jim Aal and Master W wake up with no memory of how all the red bodily fluids could have gotten onto their otherwise neat wardrobe. Just a faint suspicion that yesterday's greedy consumption of both dubious and diabolical mushrooms.

The first feeling that a new person gives is pain. Pain for the body that protected and nourished him when he himself was not yet able to do so. Screaming and bloody, the miracle of birth, or the beginning of the brutal struggle for survival. Without being asked, this new person now exists. He will receive and give joy and pain. He will do good and evil. But when is it decided whether a person is good or evil? And most importantly, by whom?