In a warehouse used as an emergency shelter in the aftermath of the 2011 Tōhoku tsunami a distraught, young Japanese woman in dirty, disheveled clothes sits on a box, holding her infant daughter. Ben, a US rescue volunteer, kneels in front of her offering comfort. They hug, the baby between them. The moment turns into an hour as the woman sobs into his shoulder; mourning the loss of her husband, her home, the life she knew. A picture is taken capturing the moment. It becomes a symbol: of help freely given and of the hope of the survivors. The faces in the picture cannot be recognized, and that is how Ben likes it. No celebrity, thanks not required.
But others believe that being identified as the person in the picture is their path to fame and fortune. Ben stands, unknowingly, in their way, but nothing a contract killing cannot fix.