He is alone against the whole world. His memory is like a blank slate. He doesn't remember anything. Every evening he tries, bit by bit, to recreate a picture of the past. Again and again he types his name, known only from his driver’s license, “Peter Lambert” into the search engine and waits for at least some kind of clue. But there is no answer. And only dreams... Strange, scary - they are like an answer to painful questions. It seems to him that some tragedy happened in his past and he is its main cause. But which one? One thing is clear: that fatal shot divided his life into “before” and “after”...