The fog sits low over the water every morning. You've gotten used to that. You've gotten used to all of it — the empty storefronts, the streets that don't need crossing, the silence that has its own texture. Everyone else found a reason to go. You never could. This town is yours now. Every creak of the dock, every unlocked door, every faded sign. Yours alone. Then one morning, standing at the edge of the old fishing dock, you see her. A girl. Walking out of the mist like she belongs here — or like she's looking for somewhere to belong. She's a stranger. And in a town of one, that changes everything.