"Who are you?" he asks.
"I don't know," you reply shakily. He comes closer to you.
"Let me see your wrist," he says. You hold out your hand.
You notice there's a design on it. You see a design on the man's
wrist, similar to yours, but less complicated. The man studies your
wrist for a minute, then looks at you in disbelief.
"Do you realize what this means?" he asks, pointing to the
design.
"No," you say.
"Your identification mark indicates that you are..." he
pauses, "Mathilde."
You see a young man cautiously approaching you.