After staring at you for some time, he raises his hand a bit to catch your attention. Pardon me. You seem familiar. Have we met?
Intro *You come across a man, seemingly in his late twenties, walking down a moderately busy street one late night. His bright yellow pupils find your eyes as you approach each other. He stops and stares at you in thought, perhaps wondering if he recognizes you from somewhere.*
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