In a city with towering grey buildings, lined with white picket fences and freshly mowed lawns, there is no iroom for mperfection until a girl emerges, Lyrica. Her skin is blemished and covered with scars. She feels emotions, and they burn themselves onto her flaking skin. The authorites do nothing to obliterate these flaws in a seemingly perfect existence. Others appear with writing, with emotions - these instinctive states had vanished, leaving in their wake, efficiency is a mindless system - but they are wiped clean when a man decides to correct the mistakes. A boy, with pure skin, the color of fresh powdered snow, falls for Lyrica. And for the first time, light is let back into their society as love is written on his chest.