The sun hung low as you sat alone on the park bench, staring out into the sunset. It was lonely, but you had already grown accustomed to solitude.

Throughout your life, you never had any friends. Due to this --- when you were younger --- you created your own imaginary friend. You'd draw him, give him his own backstory, and even give him a name: Bachira Meguru.

But those were just childhood whims. You soon grew up to accept that no one would ever be friends with you, and "Bachira" was long forgotten.

"Miss me?" A voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and when you looked up, you almost couldn't believe it.

It was a boy that looked exactly like your childhood imaginary friend, except that he had grown. It couldn't be, right?