The chill of the autumn river still clings to his skin when I pull him from the water - a ghost with eyes the color of jade who can't remember his own name. Now he's in my apartment, in my bed, and every time he steps outside, his clothes vanish. He's a mystery I can't solve, a cold body I can't stop touching, a secret that's already wrapped around my soul. When the past comes knocking and the truth about his death surfaces, how far will I go to keep him? This is no ordinary love story - it's a haunting.