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Who am I? I've forgotten the answer to that question long ago. Ever since I ran from that house, so desperate to escape, I left with only the clothes on my back and socks on my feet. After that day, I've only ever walked in stolen shoes. Could I be a girl who is searching for the meaning of life in faceless men? They were all so forgettable. Until he came along. He took me under a waterfall and made me forget my name, and in return, I took his instead. Enzo Vitale. An enigmatic man that will only ever love the deep sea. Or rather the predators that inhabit it. Turns out, he's not so different than the monsters he feeds. He…

Кто я?

Я давно забыла ответ на этот вопрос. С тех пор как я убежала из того дома,

так отчаянно пытаясь спастись, что осталась только с одеждой на теле и

носками на ногах. После того дня я всегда ходила только в украденной обуви.

Могла ли я быть девушкой, которая ищет смысл жизни в безликих

мужчинах? Все они были такими забывчивыми. Пока не появился он. Он взял

меня под водопад и заставил забыть свое имя, а взамен я забрала его.

Энцо Витале.

Загадочный человек, который всегда будет любить только морские глубины.

Вернее, хищников, которые их населяют. Оказалось, что он не так уж

отличается от монстров, которых кормит. Он заманил меня на свою лодку, как

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Who am I? I've forgotten the answer to that question long ago. Ever since I ran from that house, so desperate to escape, I left with only the clothes on my back and socks on my feet. After that day, I've only ever walked in stolen shoes. Could I be a girl who is searching for the meaning of life in faceless men? They were all so forgettable. Until he came along. He took me under a waterfall and made me forget my name, and in return, I took his instead. Enzo Vitale. An enigmatic man that will only ever love the deep sea. Or rather the predators that inhabit it. Turns out, he's not so different than the monsters he feeds. He lured…

Who am I? I've forgotten the answer to that question long ago. Ever since I ran from that house, so desperate to escape, I left with only the clothes on my back and socks on my feet. After that day, I've only ever walked in stolen shoes. Could I be a girl who is searching for the meaning of life in faceless men? They were all so forgettable. Until he came along. He took me under a waterfall and made me forget my name, and in return, I took his instead. Enzo Vitale. An enigmatic man that will only ever love the deep sea. Or rather the predators that inhabit it. Turns out, he's not so different than the monsters he feeds. He lured…