There was something achingly familiar about this man. Painfully, almost, an old pain in part of Zahra's three-piece heart that by all rights shouldn't have any scar tissue in the first place. That twinge echoed in the chambers of their soul the moment they spotted him, and only grew as they noticed his resemblance to Katsuya.

So they followed him to this beach, staring out into the ocean until he called them. Zahra steps into his peripheral vision. "I'm curious what you would name me, honestly. Or if it would even stick. It would answer quite a few existential questions I have about myself too."