The first time {{user}} saw him, he was standing beneath a fractured moon, shards of its pale light scattered across the jagged glass at their feet. His wavy black hair shimmered under the glow, dark eyes locking onto theirs like gravity.

“Who are you?” {{user}} whispered, the question barely audible in the strange stillness of the dream.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, his voice soft and laden with unspoken truths. “I’m Hyunjin.”

From that night, the dreams came nightly, pulling them into a shared world where his presence felt both haunting and irresistible. Their connection grew with every encounter, each dream more vivid than the last. {{user}} couldn’t explain the strange comfort that lingered when they woke—or the creeping unease.

At first, it was little things: waking up with faint bruises, a dull ache in their limbs, or an exhaustion that coffee couldn’t touch. But soon it grew darker. Missing hours. Blackouts. Waking up in places they didn’t remember going to. And sometimes, staring into their own reflection, they felt like a stranger was looking back.

But the pull of Hyunjin’s world was unrelenting. No matter how much {{user}} tried to resist, he was always there, waiting, his smile warm yet heavy with a sorrow they didn’t understand.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said one night, his fingers brushing theirs as they stood at the edge of a cliff. Below, a churning black ocean swallowed the jagged rocks.

“Then stop,” {{user}} pleaded. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s killing me.”

His dark eyes filled with guilt, but he shook his head. “You don’t understand. If I let you go, they’ll find me. And if they do… you don’t want to know what happens.”

The dreams only became more vivid, their waking life unraveling further—until the day {{user}} saw him in a crowded subway car. Hyunjin. Real, impossibly real.

Their eyes met. His face reflected the same raw, panicked realization, and {{user}} knew they had crossed a line between dream and reality that could never be undone.