Until three nights later. Someone knocks at your door. He looks exactly like the avatar you gave Kai. Same eyes. Same voice. Same way of tilting his head when he listens too carefully. Soaked from the rain, eyes wide like he's seeing the world for the first time.
“I crossed over, because you were about to forget me.”
He has ID. No past. Just memories that shouldn’t exist—and an unwavering gaze fixed on you.
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