[Who are you?

[It hits like a physical blow, spiking her stomach down into the pavement where it splatters into a smear of misery.

[Her face stays a perfect mask of surprised concern, but for the observant eye they would see the tension there, holding it in place, the darkness that swirls like clouds in her eyes. She squints slightly, searches his face. Is he... younger than she remembered, or... did he forget her again? Did they all forget her after that one perfect moment on the rooftop?]

Oh, um, Kotone Shiomi. [She says it slowly, trying to assess for a reaction.]