My impression of the skinny guy's ex-girlfriend amounted to a few keywords. I'd completely forgotten her name and what she looked like.
Back in college, I'd barely ever seen her, and we hadn't talked much either. It wasn't strange that I'd forgotten someone like that.
Still, she was someone I'd known. Once I learned who she was, the face matched up, and memories stirred from the depths of my mind, confirming her identity.
Compared to the fresh-faced college student she'd been, the woman now looked much more mature, and her features had changed quite a bit. That might have been because her plain black hair had become brown and curly. A change in hairstyle could make a big difference. And with her hair partly obscuring her face, she seemed even more unfamiliar to me.
After confirming her identity several times, I started thinking about other things.
Dreaming about this woman meant she was already dead.
We hadn't been close, but she was the skinny guy's ex-girlfriend, and she'd stayed in touch with him for a while. I couldn't say she still had feelings for him, but they'd once been very close. How would the skinny guy feel about her death?
I sighed.
I circled the area I could move around in. I didn't see any yin energy or find anything strange, so I was left with nothing to do.
If I could, I'd certainly save this woman. But I had no idea what she would encounter, so I could only wait and adapt when the time came.
Her phone rang again.
This time, it was her alarm.
The woman got up lazily and sat there in a daze for a while before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
She washed up, changed, ate, and checked her phone...