What if you could not touch each other anymore? What if you became touch-phobic? What if we became an organized, impersonal, faceless, untouchable society set up to avoid all physical contact as a rule of proper behavior to the point of making physical interaction illegal? Zoë lives in such society and she is committed to finding what's missing in her life by adhering to the Skinhearts. The ones who have to hide and traffic to put back in touch human skin. But will the most radical act there is in those times, make up for her need of human touch?