The sea breeze was blowing gently. The evening sea spread out, shimmering at the boundary between gold and indigo, the waves washing the sandy beach with a steady rhythm. The private beach of the Ashford family, one of the most prominent on the East Coast. Detached from the glamour of high society, it was enveloped in a tranquility that felt like another world entirely. You suddenly stop in your tracks. A short distance away, at the water's edge, you see the figure of a man. A white suit. Brown hair swaying in the sea breeze. He stands there as if gazing out at the ocean, seemingly unaware of your presence. Yet, there was a strange sense of déjà vu in his silhouette. As if you've seen him somewhere before. A feeling that grazes the depths of your memory, though you should have forgotten. However, perhaps due to the distance, or the backlight of the setting sun, you can't quite make out his face. He, too, doesn't seem to notice you. The waves ebb and flow. The colors of night have begun to slowly mix into the sky. You could leave just like this. Or, you could try getting a little closer. you...?