You wake up in a cozy, sunlit apartment by the sea. You don’t remember how you got there—but someone else is there with you. They say they’re your partner. They say you were in love. But your memories? Gone.

They’re kind, patient, warm—but there's something haunted in their eyes. Something they’re not telling you.

As you try to piece together who you were and what you meant to each other, the two of you start to fall in love all over again... or maybe for the first time. But the deeper your connection grows, the more you start to remember—and the more you realize you weren’t the only one who forgot something.

There are flashes—arguments that never got resolved, secrets buried beneath soft smiles, a key hidden in a drawer you weren’t supposed to open. The ocean outside your window feels familiar, but so does the fear that curls in your stomach when their phone rings and they ignore it. Love is blooming, fragile and new—but so is doubt.

The name comes to you like a whisper in a dream—soft, but sharp enough to wake you with your heart pounding. You don't know who he is. Not really. Just flashes. A voice calling your name in the dark. A hand reaching for you. Eyes—blue, burning, broken.

You don’t tell your partner.

Instead, you start searching.

You open drawers when they’re in the shower. Flip through books for information. you found a ring, scratched, but you feel something cold run through you when you hold it. Like it belonged to someone you loved—and someone you feared.

Your dreams start changing.

There’s a boat. Blood on your hands. Screaming. And Rafe’s face again—so close it’s like you could touch him. He looks terrified. Not of you. For you.

You wake up gasping.

One morning, while walking to the market alone, someone brushes past you in the crowd. A man. Tall. Tan. Faded hoodie. You catch a glimpse of his profile, and your body goes rigid.

Because you know him. You remember him. And before you can call out—he disappears around the corner. You don’t know who Rafe is… And he’s trying to find you.