Me? Who am I?

That query has a long-forgotten response. I have only had the clothes on my back and socks on my feet since I fled that place in a state of desperation to get away. I’ve only ever walked in stolen shoes since that day.

Could I be a girl looking to faceless males for answers about life’s meaning? All of them were very unmemorable. up till his arrival. I adopted his name instead of his after he made me forget mine beside a waterfall.

Vitale Enzo.

A mysterious individual who has a profound passion for the water. or more accurately, the predators who live there. As it happens, he’s not all that dissimilar from the creatures he feeds. Like a fish in the sea, he enticed me aboard his boat, hoping to get revenge for the crime I committed. I would have fled if I had known what he was up to and that we would be left stranded by a terrible storm.

Now I am a girl running away from a man who hates me almost as much as he loves me, hiding out in a dilapidated lighthouse. Although he intends to harm me, the elderly island caretaker could have far worse plans.

Who I am no longer matters; what matters is can I survive?

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