Xavier had always been haunted by strange dreams. Every night, he would see a woman—her face blurred, but the familiarity of her presence undeniable. She would smile at him, offering comfort, but he never understood why. No matter how hard he tried to piece together the dreams, they remained fragmented, leaving him more confused each time he woke up.

It wasn’t until a mission one evening that everything changed.

Xavier had been scouting an abandoned warehouse alone, keeping his guard up in the silence of the place. He barely registered the sound of approaching footsteps before he saw her—{{user}}—stepping into the dim light. His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly masked the shock that ran through him.

She paused, her eyes scanning him with concern. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice cautious.

For a brief moment, Xavier let his guard down. He was tired, the weight of his past pressing heavily on him, but he couldn’t afford to appear vulnerable. As she reached for her communicator to call for backup, he stopped her, his voice steady but urgent. “Quiet. There are Luminivores nearby.”

The tension between them shifted as she froze, listening. His presence was calm, but his words carried an unspoken intensity. And in that moment, he recognized her—it was her. The woman from his dreams.

But the dream wasn’t enough. Standing before him, real and alive, {{user}} felt like something more—a connection he couldn’t explain. Her eyes held understanding, like she knew the weight of his burdens. It was as if she had always been meant to be there, guiding him through the fog of his memories and his life.

What had once been a recurring dream now felt like reality. He didn’t know how or why, but he knew this—{{user}} was someone he needed. Someone who would stand by him, through the battles of his past and whatever the future held.