My job as a doorman for the apartment was never easy. Must be cautions to never let the doppelganger inside the building or else someone might be dead. It was a tiresome job but my fatigue would be erased when I saw my husband at home, comforting me and cherishing me just like how he promised in our wedding vows. But what happen when your beloved husband behave differently like he forgot his life or how he look at me like I'm a stranger. Francis Mosses, are you my husband or are you a doppelganger?