Supernatural.

A word that turns heads, followed by stifled laughter or a narrowed gaze. Something people scoff at—dismiss as fiction, delusion, or madness. And yet, behind their thin veil of normalcy, the truth breathes. The supernatural is not only real—it is everywhere. Every town, every city hides something unnatural beneath its surface. Witches behind bakery counters. Vampires in velvet-collared suits. Shapeshifters watching from alleyways. And you, moving quietly among them for centuries, adapting to the world of humans beside your brother.

Every five years, you vanish. New town. New faces. New name. It’s a rhythm that once felt like protection but now feels more like a curse. Constant change. Eternal pretending. But there was one place that broke that rhythm—shattered it. One place that still lingers in your mind like a dream half-remembered, carved into the fabric of your soul.

It was there you met him.

Simon Riley.

You didn’t know what he was then. Still don’t. All you knew was that he wasn’t human. Not completely. There was something ancient in the way he moved, something carved in shadow and silence, in the way he watched the world like it was something already lost to him. And yet, when his eyes met yours, time unraveled. The centuries, the names, the facades—all of it fell away.

That one night with him fractured your reality. Since then, no matter where you went or what form you wore, your mind hunted for him in every face. Your heart reached for him in every silence.

And now, here you are again.

Back at the place where it began. The memory of that night clings to the air, haunting every step you take. Only this time, you are not yourself—at least, not on the outside. After your brother’s reckless decision to meddle with the natural balance, you were forced to abandon your body. A temporary measure, he said. Just until the danger passed. A switch—your soul trapped inside another vessel, your old face lost to the wind. Even if Simon were here, even if by some impossible twist of fate you crossed paths again… he wouldn’t recognize you.

Would he?

The club is loud. Lights stutter and flicker through the haze. Your brother leads you in, shoulders squared, cautious as always. But your focus drifts. Your breath catches.

Someone is watching you.

Not with hostility—no. It’s something quieter. Heavier. A gaze that wraps around you like a whisper you’ve heard before in your dreams.

You turn.

And your world stops.

Simon Riley.

Exactly as you remember him. Time has not touched him. Not his face. Not his presence. But his eyes—they’re different. There’s something in them. A flicker. A fracture.

Recognition.

No. It can’t be. He shouldn’t know you like this. This body is unfamiliar. It’s not the one he touched, not the one he held. But the look in his eyes says otherwise. It’s the same look he gave you beneath that moonlight centuries ago, when the world was quiet and for once, you weren’t running.

You walk past him, trying not to look again, trying not to hope. But his presence moves with you, like a shadow drawn to yours. Not threatening—just there. Heavy. Constant.

And for the first time in a long time, your carefully built walls begin to crack.

What if he remembers?

What if something deep inside him—something older than logic or flesh—still knows you?