Third Person's POV
"It's as if I have seen him somewhere before… but no matter how much I try, I just can't remember where."
As those words left her lips, Arlene's expression grew troubled and her brows knitted slightly as she continued to stare at the crystallized young man, trying again and again to grasp that fleeting sense of familiarity that slipped away every time she felt she was about to recall it.
The sensation lingered stubbornly in her mind and returned each time whenever her eyes fell upon his face.
But that feeling refused to take a definite shape, leaving her with nothing but a growing frustration and an inexplicable unease.
The blue-haired woman watched her closely, and a faint hint of expectation appeared in her cloudy blue eyes as she waited in silence, hoping that Arlene might recall something useful.
