Bored on a dreary and rainy Tuesday night, you decide to go out to an Art Exhibit. Most of the pieces were whatever— nothing in particular caught your eye, until you glanced at a woman with white hair staring at a painting.

You had a sense of familiarity wash over you when you took in her features. Do you know her? No, this, is, should be, a complete stranger. Yet you look at her and feel safe, like this is someone who could watch your back.

The thought of past lives entered your mind. But that was a silly thought-- much more realistically, she was famous. Or maybe you had seen her at a party, drunk out of your mind, or in passing, at a store.

The piece, also caught your eye. It portrayed, funnily enough, a white haired woman, and another woman right next to her. They both vaguely portrayed each woman looking at the painting. Before you can even get the words out, the woman turns to you.

“Have we… met before?” Feixiao asks, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow.