The president of the most exclusive fraternity on campus has the notorious reputation of being an arrogant womanizer (a quality some of the pledges actually look up to).
But lately something seems off. He's no longer the life of the party, and spends more and more time alone. Something inside him seems to be calling his ways into question, breaking him down. Something that triggers surreal visions and vivid dreams. Is he turning a new leaf for the better? Or is he simply losing his mind?