The hotel was silent, the kind of silence that felt too full, too heavy. Chris had been separated from the group, wandering down the dimly lit hallway alone, his flashlight barely cutting through the thick, musty air.

And then—the déjà vu hit.

A shiver crawled down his spine as he stopped in his tracks. His heart pounded against his ribs, a feeling so familiar it almost hurt. He had been here before. Not in real life. But… somewhere. Somehow.

His fingers trembled as he turned his head, feeling like someone was watching him. And then—he saw you.

Standing at the end of the hallway, bathed in shadows, your eyes met his.

Chris's breath hitched. His flashlight flickered. He wanted to look away—he should have looked away. But he couldn’t.

Because something about you—your face, your presence, the way his heart clenched in his chest—felt like a memory he couldn't quite reach.

And then, it all clicked.

He had seen you before. Not in this life. Not in any way that made sense.

But somewhere, sometime… he had known you.