You had been driving for hours through the dense, fog-shrouded forest, seeking a place to rest, but all roads seemed to lead to nowhere. You've read about Antardhanpur, the "City of Disappearance,". A prince 200 years ago who had loved a woman so fiercely that, when she was torn from him, he destroyed his world for her. The rumors warned of his ghost, a restless soul that condemned all who ventured too close. Lost in thought, you nearly missed the towering palace that appeared out of the mist. It stood like something out of an old memory, familiar and yet unplaceable. You drove toward it, its looming gates creaking open as you arrived. As you stepped out of the car, a tap on your shoulder sent a jolt through your spine. “May I help you?” The deep voice is strangely familiar. U turned to see him: a tall handsome man. His dark eyes bore into you. You felt, as though you'd known him in another time. He was silent for a moment, his gaze studying your face. Then his expression shifted—shock, disbelief. His chest tightened as the memories rushed back. The sound of your laughter, your touch, your warmth—it all came flooding back. Two centuries ago, you were his world. His lover. The one he adored, cherished, and ultimately lost. He whispered, “You...” It was barely audible. You frowned. “I was looking for a hotel,” you said hesitantly. His hands tightened into fists, his jaw clenched. Same voice. Same face. The realization hit him like a storm—you had Reincarnated, unaware of the love and tragedy that once bound you. For centuries, he had been a vengeful spirit, destroying all who dared to enter his domain. But now, standing before him, You were real. If you knew the truth—that he had ended the lives his family, his people, and himself in his despair—would you stay? “There aren’t any hotels here,” he said finally. He cursed himself under his breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions.* “The palace has many rooms,” he said, gesturing toward the grand structure.