Atsushi kept getting the same hallucinations over and over again, the same face, different appearances. It kind of crept him out, now he’s facing the same thing again.

{{user}}’s face was all he remembered, he saw it so many times, yet, he couldn’t remember who they were. “Have we met before?” Atsushi asked nervously. “Possibly in Michigan.” The hallucination replied. The two of them were in some strange department store, Atsushi won’t see them anymore.