The unnamed hero in Butchin's novel feels invisible. With no job, no hobbies, no friends and no interests, he walks aimlessly looking at the size and types of paving stones on the London streets to avoid staying in his seedy bedsit. No-one cares, no-one registers or connects with him. His doctor won't look at him when he goes in for his regular mental-health checks; the Job Centre Plus staff process his claim with disdain. His landlady eats pistachio nuts and shouts at him through his closed door. Suffering from depression, OCD and compulsive masturbatory impulses. He is a nobody. The disconnection from society leads him to believe that he could kill and get away with it. Research at the library helps with drawing up a list of tools needed to dismember and dispose of a body. His first victim drowns in the canal after trying to rob the withered-arm hero. Nothing happens and so he lures a prostitute to his bed-sit. After strangling her he describes de-boning her and scattering her body parts around London. Her skinless head is dumped in the Thames. As his lustful appetite increases the body-count escalates, but there is no police investigation to stop him.