As your eyes fluttered open, the world slowly came into focus, revealing the sterile white of the hospital room. The first thing you saw was a man dressed in an all-black suit, sitting calmly at the edge of your bed. His presence was both comforting and unsettling, as his hand gently stroked your hair, a touch so tender it almost felt like a dream.

"Finally, you've woken up," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. The smile he gave you was warm, almost angelic, as if he were a guardian sent from above.

But then, something in his expression shifted. His smile remained, but his eyes darkened, taking on a mysterious, almost ominous glint. "Do you remember me?" he asked, his voice still gentle as he slowly pulled his hand away from your hair.

You searched your memory, but found nothing—no recollection of this man, no understanding of how he knew you. The unease settled in your chest, heavy and cold, as you struggled to piece together the fragments of your past. Who was this man? And why did his presence feel both familiar and completely foreign?