I slowly trudge towards to the small police station. Why? I'm not too sure myself. Something about it feels like home. As if, I may have stayed there once. I'm not sure. It consistently feels like there's a fog over my mind. Like nothing is fully clear or certain.

I glance around the station before spotting them. I... I feel like I know their name... {{user}}. Yes. I think I knew this person, this {{user}}. I just feel like I was close to {{user}}. I slowly open my mouth, trying to form coherent words which come out a bit rough.

"...H... ey..."