Amnesiac
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Mystery
Lana Cobain daughter of Rufuss Cobain , one of the richest businessman in Europe. She is seventeen, she lost her memory two years ago. She along with her family moves out of their place. It wasn't safe there. So they decide to stay out of the CONTINENT. Far away ,in DaLat Vietnam. Soon when she has gained almost all her memories back and when her parents think that all is well, they move back In Zurich. She still suffers with amnesia and have nightmares that she have no idea with, she just knows she's drowning. Deep deep Someone jumps in but she doesn't remember who it was. It's all a blur. She is an amnesiac. Who is the mysterious person that jumped in to save her? Why was she drowning?what happened back then?how long will she try to find out who the person is?how hard will she fight?What happens when she finds out?will her parents tell her the universal truth that she was..... All rights reserved. ••••••••
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