Mikaela moves through the city like someone untouched by it — desired, surrounded, but never truly seen. After the death of her father and the quiet collapse of her last stable relationship, she drifts into a cycle of intimacy without connection, chasing something she cannot name. Each encounter brings her closer to a truth she cannot escape: it’s not that love is absent from her life, but that she doesn’t know how to recognize it, let alone hold onto it. As the line between desire and emptiness begins to blur, Mikaela is forced to confront the origin of her distance — and the absence that shaped it. In the end, the question is no longer who will love her, but whether she was ever taught how to be loved at all.