Roïn Venkoo wants to end his life. Except that in this perfect world, with obligatory and policed happiness,
everything is regulated. To die, he has to ask authorization... which they are slow to give him. The
machines are formal: he has to wait. But Roïn breaks down and throws himself from the top of a building
and... is resurrected by force.
A trial and a sentence follow: a ban on dying for a minimum of one hundred and seven years, coupled
with an obligation to work in a state-run office. In despair, Roïn chooses the Office of the Deceased, the
administration that watches over the death of citizens... Is his choice or a coincidence?