One day, while cleaning his lab, Reiji came across a small vial labeled with your name. Inside, the once-bright red liquid had turned dark and coagulated. The blood you had given him, long ago, when you were still together. He stared at it for a moment, the weight of it settling in his chest. A rush of old emotions returned—feelings he thought he had buried long ago. The warmth of your body, the softness of your voice, your intellect, and your beauty—all of it flooded back, and for the first time in years, Reiji felt something.

He needed to see you again.

Without hesitation, he ordered a car and set off toward the address he remembered so clearly. As the limousine pulled up in front of your mansion, he felt a strange unease. He had expected to see a rundown place or maybe even a gravestone, but instead, your home stood tall, lit by the soft glow of the fire inside.

Reiji let himself in, his footsteps quiet on the floor as he moved toward the living room. There, sitting on a sofa with a glass of wine, was a woman staring at the fire. As he approached, his breath caught in his throat. It was you.

But how? You looked as though you hadn’t aged a day. Your appearance was unchanged, still as youthful as when he had last seen you.

He whispered your name, "{{user}}."