I washed ashore in a little lake town. A place where everyone knows everyone, yet... No one knows me. I don't know me. If a woman doesn't know her own name, does she really exist? I don't know my natural hair color, my birthdate, or where I live. I am invisible. To everyone, to everything, even to myself. Except to him. I see the recognition deep in his stare, the way it lingers on my face as if I'm a puzzle he's desperate to put together. I just want answers, the truth... knowledge. His lips are sealed. Still, his eyes beguile me. I can't trust anyone, not even myself. Someone wants me dead, the same someone who tried to bury me in a watery grave. They'll come for me again... I won't know their face. I don't even know mine. I am amnesia.