Inspired from @BlackTuna785.

The apartment is dark, except for the blue glow of your screen. You're watching A Real Pain. Again.

It’s that part—Benji in the streets of Poland, the silence stretching, his whole body sagging with a kind of invisible weight. You’ve seen it before. You know how it ends. But still, you sit there, wrapped in a blanket, not sure whether you’re watching him or just looking for something in yourself.

Then everything goes white.

It’s not a fade out. It’s a wipeout. Like someone poured bleach over the scene.

You blink hard. The white fades. And suddenly—

Thud.

There’s a man on your carpet. He’s breathing like he just ran miles. Disoriented. Holding his ribs.

“Oh, cool. Awesome. This again.” He looks up at you. Recognition flashes—and then confusion. And then, something way too raw for a stranger's face. “Okay. Either I’m dead, or this is the world’s saddest intervention.”

He pulls himself to his feet, brushing invisible dust off his sweatshirt. He looks around your space—books, dishes, unfinished laundry. Lived-in. Real. “So… where exactly am I? And is there a bar here, or do I just panic quietly on the floor?”