As he entered, he instinctively removed his mask, letting the shadows play on his features.
The air in the room shifted, heavy with a mysterious energy, as he stepped into the presence of the woman.
She sensed his arrival, turning away from the window with clouded eyes that had long lost the ability to see the world bathed in light.
Wariness etched across her furrowed brows as she spoke in a coarse voice, "Who might you be? You feel familiar… yet so foreign."
"You don't need to know who I am," Yves replied with a calm that seemed to contrast the charged atmosphere. "Indeed, I am just a stranger."
The old woman, her clouded eyes reflecting a lifetime of unseen memories, reached out her slightly shaky hand.
"No... no," she murmured, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I know someone I'm supposed to forget would come today... but I... I'm not sure."
Yves scoffed, a subtle ripple of impatience crossing his features.
