Wai (Tiny Gary) is a film school graduate who has lost everything in post-1997 Hong Kong. Out of despair and anger, the cynical young man decided to live entirely off government allowance, leading a lonely, trashy life in a rented room of 100 square feet. Seven years have passed in a blink. This fateful year, Wai meets Mainland prostitute Mei (Gloria Poon) and the two begin living together in his tiny room. With his growing affection for Mei, Wai risks smuggling illegal drugs into China in order to earn some fast money for a better life with her.

Fighting disabilities and cancer with their chins up, mother and son meander through the city against a tide of indifferent faces and distant eyes and arrive in a park, where blissful tranquility and a ray of sunshine await them.

As a con man who actually takes professional pride in his work as a psychic scam artist, Man Chun was just released from prison. Both his uncle and girlfriend try to set his path straight again, but he revels his old days of performing rituals to tell fortunes and 'heal' people. Having a clear conscience and defending his affirmations on being a charlatan, he reconnects with his master and continues with the old trade. While Man Chun is addicted to the psychic world and thriving, the patience of his loved ones is wearing thin. When unexpected circumstances unfold, will Man Chun retain his faith in his vocation?

Pak-kiu works as a gaffer while waiting for his first break in front of the camera. An inviting target of ridicule, he remains unwavering that he will rise above the sordid realities of the glamorous world of film-making with his determination to be a proper actor rather than a star. So when he is offered a bit part as a cancer patient in a new film, he jumps at the chance to practise method acting, literally getting into his character and inhabiting him through claiming membership of a support group, which reunites him with an old classmate. However, the reunion, shrouded in a façade of altruistic motive, leaves him ill-prepared for a role in real life that is not so easily dismissed as a character in the script...

Every time he looks in the mirror, he sees a different person altogether. He’s a man of a million faces except he’s not an actor, but a social pariah who, out of the anguish of an unrequited crush, has entered a pact with the Devil, assuming the identities of other strangers and living the lives of others with just a strange remnant of memory of past incarnations left. Sounds ideal – but what’s the catch? You don’t get to decide what happens, when it happens in life and your soul is condemned to eternal perdition until the next victim is found. Perhaps it’s a small price to pay for surviving in a city driven by greed, where people are seized by an insatiable craving for something – anything – more and better from the cradle to the grave. Contentment is, after all, a myth.