Newhaven? A godforsaken hole, devoid of character. Attila, the immigrant—a grotesque parody of a "normal" person shackled to rigid routine. Her fiercely independent spirit? It won’t bow to the crushing absurdity of this place. Reckless, impulsive, she’ll argue with anyone, anytime, defending her stance no matter how reckless or dangerous. She publishes a paper—and doesn’t mince words. Now, in this quiet grid of houses, this forgotten alley... has the moment come to pay for her defiance? ...To hell with it.