Every morning, I wake up in a new body, a new life, with no memory of my own past. Each day brings a new name, new surroundings, and a desperate struggle to understand who 'I' am, and why I'm trapped in this endless cycle. They call it 'Reaper Syndrome,' and the bodies I inhabit are always the next victim. Can I break the loop before I become just another headline?

What if you could live someone else's life? Just for a week. A quiet suburban life, or perhaps the quintessential 'it' girl's fame? But some switches are irreversible, and some secrets are deadly. Once you've tasted another's life, how far would you go to keep it?