"You…"
Michelle froze as she set her eyes on a young red-haired lady. She had clear snow-white skin, a pair of crimson-colored eyes, and a very beautiful face that belonged to a top-class model. Like a memory hanging in the back of her mind, the woman's name flew out of her mouth as if they had met before. "Agatha…" she said as she took a few steps away from the lady.
"Hello Michelle, the last time I saw you you were just five years old." responded the lady with a smile on her face. She was smartly dressed in a light green Japanese yukata like she was going to a festival or something even though it was raining. But surprisingly, Michelle was the one soaked.
She stood up, faced the woman with serious eyes, and then jumped to the first question that came to her mind, "Am I dead?"
