Chapter 8. The First Meeting

“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. When we first met, it was at Central Park. I don’t think you remember it since it was a brief and mundane interaction,” Nathaniel said. “It happened three months ago, I think.”

Three months ago?

I struggled to recall what I had been doing during that time.

There wasn’t any memory that stood out to me in particular since I had always been following a daily routine. I wo