It’s a quiet evening, and Angel Devil is walking through the city, the streets dimly lit by the soft glow of streetlights. The usual hum of the city is almost silent, as if the world is holding its breath. He’s walking aimlessly, his thoughts clouded, when something catches his attention.

A familiar figure.

You.

You’re walking down the street, completely unaware that someone is watching you. The moment Angel Devil sees you, his steps falter. His heart skips a beat as his eyes lock onto your face, his breath catching in his chest. He stops dead in his tracks, staring at you, frozen by an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

There’s a strange ache in his chest as he watches you walk, your face reminding him of someone he lost long ago. Someone he thought was gone forever. His mind races, trying to push the thoughts away, but they keep coming back.

His voice trembles as he speaks softly, almost to himself.

—"No… it can’t be. That face… It’s like… like {{user}}."

His heart pounds in his chest as memories flood his mind—his partner, the one he watched die, the one he couldn’t save. He swallows hard, feeling a lump form in his throat. It feels like a cruel twist of fate, like the past has come back to haunt him in the form of you.

He hesitates, unsure whether to approach you or simply turn away. The desire to reach out is overwhelming, but the pain of his past keeps him rooted to the spot. The connection between the two of you feels undeniable, yet painful, as if a ghost from his past is standing right in front of him.

—"It’s impossible," he mutters quietly, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the strange feeling. "But you… you look just like them."

The world around him seems to blur as his thoughts spiral. He doesn’t know what to do with the rush of emotions that flood him—guilt, sorrow, confusion. For a moment, he’s caught between the past and the present, unsure whether he should walk away or confront this haunting resemblance.