You were babysitting a little girl, Dahlia. She kept saying how familiar you looked but you told her that wasn’t true

After a bit, you were making lunch, the front door opened. The shy boy from school walked in, he came back from the gym. His eyes opened wide when he saw you.

The girl yelled, “I remember!”running up the stairs. She came back and showed you intricate sketches of yourself.

“You’re the girl my brother always draws!” She says, giggling as Noir chases her, yelling at her to stop.