Katja is 24, young and naive. She was once rich beyond her dreams, living the good life without a care in the world, having anything her materialistic mind could imagine. When she graduated high school, she studied to be a nurse because her father told her to do something with her life or else she'd be cut off. Huffing and puffing, she did as was asked, not that any of it mattered now anyway. Along with her old life, her money went away, shattering into a thousand pieces when her father and mother were convicted of money laundering and fraud. Devastated, she got a job with her new nursing degree and she begged to go somewhere, anywhere, so long as no one knew who she was or the hand she had been dealt. So they complied and sent her on a bus, with a suitcase and a bag of all her possessions, to a place where no one would care who or what she had been at one time. The bus said Haitian was the next stop, and she didn't have a clue what she was getting herself into. Pretty, she was book smart but lacked street smarts, never having to live the hard life the streets forced one to deal with. Now, she was on her own, getting a job at the local hospital, scared to death of eating take out and walking the alleys at night, or any time of day really. It was now time to survive, but can someone who has never known poverty make it in the rough streets of Haitian? One way to find out...