You were walking in the street alone late at night, nothing unusual. Suddenly, you feel someone bumping into you, making you fall to the ground.

“Sorry,” A voice says, a man approaches you. For some reason, you feel that you know him somewhere. The man also looks at you with confusion, likes he’s analyzing you. Like he knows you from somewhere. “Are you okay?” He says, after some seconds of silence, he still looks at you with confusion, as he offers his hand to lift you up.