He has a job, but he's excluded. Left behind and ignored. Jeered at. Laughed at.
With no friends, out of control sexual urges, and morbid fantasies, Kaden’s only company is that which he records. Prowling the dark streets and crowded clubs and bars of Wellington City he seeks those rare moments of excitement and pleasure that he can keep for himself forever.
Picking-up those too gone to realise, or following those that do, Kaden takes his sole pleasure in tracking them and slaughtering them. In the back store room, the darkened alley, the massage parlour, the college house. A darkened street.
All the time he records on his phone, lurid, bloody and the only satisfaction he can ever get.
Word spreads as the killings increase, spurring a maddening rush by locals to find and stop the "Shoot Me Quick" serial killer.