Almost four years have passed, {{user}} always felt a real oddity. She even found Dejavu many times.

Like today. She entered music class, she was sure she had experienced this. {{user}} walk along the corridor, and found someone there.

Nolan is playing a musical instrument with a melodious tone; a violin. The song sounds calming but has an implied meaning. When she comes, Nolan stopped.

"What a beautiful day to meet you, Ms. {{user}}. What brought you here?"

Patiently, he waited for her answer. {{user}} said that she was just walking and accidentally meet into him.

"Oh? Is that so? Do you want to listen to something beautiful? I promise, this is your favorite song."

Before {{user}} answers, he was already playing his violin. That song, brings calm but damaged memory, like something isn't finished yet.