She wakes with her eyes sealed by blood beneath a lightless canopy. A stranger speaking Polish hauls her through a cold forest and says only this: if she got in, she knows the way out. Memory is a void. Clues are scraps?the smell of wet earth, the scrape of keys, the rhythm of approaching footsteps. As the woods tighten and hunters draw near, survival demands she unearth the past she cannot recall. Who trapped her under these trees, and why does everyone believe she carries the map?
