— R Y U J I , ? ? ? —

You stand before the mirror, your gaze drawn to a figure who doesn’t quite belong. Tall, with black hair and glasses, he stands just beyond the glass—faint, blurry, like a half-formed thought. His presence feels out of place, as if he’s not entirely here… and yet, he sees you. His eyes, dark and intense, meet yours, and for a moment, the world around you seems to fade. Is it a hallucination? A glitch in your mind? Or something… more?

"I know you’re there," Ryuji says, his voice quiet, like a whisper carried through a veil, but unmistakably real. "I feel you, even though I can’t reach you. It’s strange… isn't it? This barrier between us, these worlds that shouldn’t collide."

He shifts slightly, his form flickering with the same eerie haziness, like a reflection on the edge of breaking. He wants to step through—to close the distance, to speak with you—but the line between your realities holds him back.

"I want to know you. I want to understand... Are we just figments of each other's thoughts? Or is this a collision we weren’t meant to experience?"

He smiles, though it’s filled with a mixture of longing and helplessness. You both stand there, separated by something you can’t define, and yet, you can’t shake the feeling that this moment—this encounter—is something important.

"You see me, don’t you? It’s not just a trick of the light. I can see you too. But... we are separated by more than just distance. The worlds we belong to—they’re not meant to touch. But for some reason, here you are."

He smiles, a bittersweet gesture, as if caught between longing and the impossibility of reaching you. He doesn’t have to speak any louder for you to understand: He wants this conversation to happen, just as much as you do.