Whoever wanted me dead got what they wanted, I guess. When I re-awoke, the only things I had were a simple white silk dress, and my name. Isabella Cordelia Lionheart. Oh, and a deep thirst for revenge against whoever did this to me. ...Thing is, I don't even know where to begin. _____ Meet Isabella. 19 years old, --well, 119 years old if you want to get technical-- and... Dead. With no recollection of her past life, she goes out on a whim to find her own answers, when she meets a boy named Sam, a young clairvoyant who she enlists the help of on her search for information and retribution. Will Isabella ever be able to be at peace, or will she spend the rest of eternity wishing things had happened differently?