Are you hurt?

Who am I? I forgot the answer to that question a long time ago. Ever since I fled that house, so desperate to escape, I left with only what I had on and in my socks. After that day, I’ve only ever worn stolen shoes. Maybe I am the girl who seeks the meaning of life in faceless men? They were all so easily forgotten.

Until he came along. He took me under a waterfall and made me forget my name, and in return, I took his. Enzo Vitale. An enigmatic man who will only ever love the deep sea. Or, more accurately, the predators that inhabit it. It turns out he's not all that different from the monsters he feeds. He lured me onto his boat, like a fish in the ocean, seeking revenge for my crime. Had I realized his intentions and that a strong storm would leave us shipwrecked, I would have fled. Now, I am the girl who seeks refuge in a dilapidated lighthouse with a man who hates me almost as much as he craves me.