He is alone against the whole world. His memory is a blank sheet. He doesn’t remember anything. Each evening he tries, bit by bit, to reconstruct the picture of the past. Again and again he types into the search engine the name “Peter Lambert,” which is known only from his driver’s license—and waits for even the smallest clue. But there are no answers. Only dreams… Strange, terrifying dreams—they are like an answer to his agonizing questions. He feels that in his past some tragedy occurred, and he is the main reason for it. But what exactly? One thing is clear: that fatal shot split his life into “before” and “after”…