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.

There's freedom in remembering. My past is a double-edged sword. Damned if I remember; damned if I don't. Recollection beyond the horrors I already have will change me. Change us. But what if I'm living a lie? What if everything I believe is wrong? What if who I thought I was isn't real? If not her, then... Who am I? Eddie says it doesn't matter, but deep down, I'm terrified it does. I'm trapped. Held prisoner by a past I can't remember and a future that may not belong to me. There's a light, though not at the end of the tunnel... It's wavering in the distance, calling to me from Rumor Island. That light, it scares me far more than darkness. Am I brave enough to confront it? So many questions, so few answers. I don't have a choice; the truth always finds a way to the surface. Finally learning who I truly am will be a permanent life sentence. Total punishment or absolute amnesty.