Devushka iz moria - Shalini Boland

No, I'm not going to die that easily.

With fierce tenacity, I push myself out of the depths. The waters are absorbing me. A garland of bubbles is carried away into the gloom. The last desperate bursts, and here it is, the saving air. Wet night smell. Finally, I see the ink sky again...

But who's "me" ?

They say I'm Mia James. For me, that name is an empty sound. I survived, but my memory remained at sea. I don't remember anything, I don't recognize anyone- not even myself in the mirror. The only thing left of the past is this strange woman in fragmentary memories. Time after time she approaches me, and her eyes are burning with hatred. I'm scared, but that's the only key to my life. And a failed death...