...a man's face.

A quite handsome young man gazes back at you from the pond’s surface. You see longish, dark brown hair and a pair of keen green eyes. This face doesn’t seem familiar to you, but it must be yours and it’s not like you’ve expected something in particular anyways.
Your shoulders are broad; you’re muscular built in general, as far as you can see in the weak light. You’re skin seems to be tanned. You must have been outside most of your time, you figure.
Then some bruises at your neck catch your attention. Where the hell do they come from?

You hear a slight sound coming from behind you and turn around alarmed.
There, in the shadow of a nearby forest stands a slender silhouette. You approach it carefully to see who it is.