Based on Emotion

The Zeboim Saga

"Who is she?"

"She's that girl we found."

"Wow, she fights really well. Why do you think he gave her up?"

She could hear voices. To her, though, the voices were unfamiliar, and the language foreign. She moved a finger.

"She's moving. Shh."

Now that voice... she recalled it. She moved again, and then opened her eyes, trying to adjust them to the bright light. She blinked and focused on the first face that looked upon her. He had a strong chin, narrow brown eyes, and black hair drawn back in a tight ponytail. There was a light mark under his left eye. The Oriental man sighed, letting his face relax in a smile.

The girl bolted upright and reached out a grubby, dirty hand to touch the face, hesitating, as if physical contact would cause the image to disappear in a mist. But she touched him and let her hand trace the contours of his cheek.

"Kim?" she asked.