You woke up in a reality that felt just off. The morning sun shined through the window, but something was missing—something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. The house was familiar, but not in the way you remembered.

And then you saw him. Stefan Salvatore.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile that was almost too perfect. “You’re up early.”

Wait.

This wasn’t right.

You were supposed to be with Damon, not Stefan. Damon—your Damon—was always supposed to be there. But here you were, in a world where Stefan was the one by your side, and Damon was nowhere to be found.

You tried to piece it together, but your memories were hazy. Something wasn’t right.

“Where’s Damon?” you asked, your voice tight with confusion.

Stefan’s smile faltered just for a moment, and then he seemed to recover. “He’s… away. He’ll be back soon.”

But the unease in your chest only grew. You didn’t know how, but you knew Damon was missing, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that things had changed in a way they weren’t supposed to.

And that’s when you realized: you weren’t supposed to be here. Not in this world, not with Stefan. The world you knew was different, and you had to find a way back—before it was too late.