'And there she sat. On that dingy apartment building, her loose brown waves flying in the wind, her eyes focused on the horizon as she held the camera up, capturing the city skyline. "Amaya." And she sharply turned, listening for the voice that called her, only hearing the wind.' Amaya Rowan despises love. It's useless, time consuming, and all around stupid. But when a crazed madman shows up on her doorstep, claiming to be her so-called 'true love' who died years ago for her, Amaya learns the truth about herself and what love really is.