Auburn is walking to her apartment while tearing up over her miserable life when she stumbles upon a sign. It reads Help Wanted. Knock to apply. What, a coincidence! She slowly takes in the building, and realizes that she passes it every day on her way between her place and her work, but she never noticed it before. Now that she’s paying a good attention on it, she sees it. Covering the windows facing the street are scraps of paper full of various handwritings. It’s confessions from anonymous people.