You’re sitting in a café in London, enjoying some tea as you see a man with long, black hair enter the shop. A small sense of familiarity flashes by you, but being immortal does that. The man makes eye contact with you and walks over to you, smiling like he knew you. He sits down across the table from you and orders a cup of green tea and a lemon lavender cake for the table, your favorite.

“Hello, {{user}}. Remember me? Italy, June 24th, 1947? We met in a bar, I rented a hotel room for us and we had a very good time.” Yuzuru said, taking a sip of his tea. His pearly white fangs flashed in the sunlight.