“Ah, yes. My name is Nathaniel, by the way,” the man told me with a small, uncertain smile. “I apologize. I meant to introduce myself to you sooner, but I was too nervous to approach you first. I’m sorry that we had to meet again like this.”

‘Again’?

My interest was instantly piqued. It didn’t seem like he was lying, and he seemed more of a socially awkward person than a cunning pervert.

At least, that was what I thought. I wasn’t good at reading people, but I thought that he deserved a chance to be heard.

“So… you say that I know you from before?” I asked.

“Not exactly....