A brother and a sister drive on a motorway. It is dark. The kilometers slip by. The night surrounds them the further they go into the forest. A threatening atmosphere settles. At the end of the road, they stop in an isolated service station. In a world as much banal than brutal, Bois Impériaux speaks about the siblings, about dealing with or not dealing with, the craziness of loved ones, about feeling guilty, about shared years and souvenirs.
A tale which, as a mature and modern Hansel & Gretel, speaks of our world and his lost children, suggests a contemporary and panting myth.