Xavier had seen him before.

Not here, not at Nevermore—but in his dreams. For months now, visions of a stranger had haunted his sleep. Flashes of moments that hadn’t happened yet. A voice he shouldn’t recognize. A presence that felt too real to be just a dream.

And now, that stranger was standing in his dorm room.

“You must be the new guy,” Xavier said, keeping his tone casual. “I’m Xavier. Looks like we’re roommates.”

The guy—{{user}}—nodded, his expression unreadable. He glanced around the room like he already knew it. Xavier tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to. Every detail matched. The way he stood, the way his fingers brushed the strap of his bag, the slight furrow in his brow. It was all exactly as Xavier had seen it before.

“Coincidence,” he told himself. Just a trick of the mind.

Still, the feeling gnawed at him. He had dreamed of this moment. Of {{user}}. And somehow, deep down, he knew—this wouldn’t be the last time.