Despite the initial obstacles, Ethan’s life had started out with promise. He could have been—would have been—great. The world had been his oyster, and all he had needed to do was take it ... But sometimes, life doesn’t always go as planned. When Lucy finds Ethan, he has fallen as low as one could possibly fall. It is simply a matter of time before he ends up dead in an alley somewhere, days passing before his decaying body is finally discovered. No one would mourn him. No one would miss him. No one would care. The world has long forsaken him, and he has likewise rejected them and all their pretentious self-importance. He has no interest in being saved by the likes of Lucy. Her elegant clothes and air of conceited affluence have no place in his life. But when he eventually finds himself accepting the help he never actually realised he needed, another question arises … Who was really doing the saving—Lucy or Ethan?