A homeless man works as a bounty hunter of pets and missing persons on the side. Sleeping rough on the streets for eight years and counting, he is by no means a do-gooder bent on saving the helpless but is simply eking out a meagre existence in a society that turns a blind eye to individuals like him and renders them invisible. One day, the sighting of one such misper turns into a debacle, and the man hunter finds himself the unlikely saviour of the runaway. Yet beggars can’t be choosers and survivors should never be apologetic for putting their own well-being first. Still, it begs the question: As a society we are judged by how we treat the most vulnerable. And what does that make us, having failed so miserably collectively?