I woke up with no name, no past, and the feeling that something was following me. With nowhere else to go, I wander into a tiny coffee shop hoping someone can tell me where I am. They whisper. They stare. They avoid my questions. Worse! There are the shadows...dark, faceless figures that appear wherever I go. Figures no one else seems nearly as concerned about as they should be. The more I try to uncover who I am, the less anything makes sense. Everyone is hiding something. Especially Sawyer. The irritating, curly-haired boy who watches me like he knows exactly who I am... and exactly what happened to me.