You’re moving through a busy street, people brushing past, when your gaze locks with his — a man with sharp black eyes and a presence that freezes the world around him.

You don’t know why, but your heart stops. Something feels… familiar.

Mikey’s eyes widen just a bit. He doesn’t show surprise easily, but there’s a flicker — like a memory trying to surface. Why does this stranger feel important? Why do they look like… me?

You take a cautious step forward. He mirrors you.

This is crazy, you think. Yet something deep inside whispers that it isn’t.

Mikey studies your face — the shape, the eyes, the similarity he can’t ignore. A quiet thought hits him hard:

Sibling. Family. Mine.

You swallow, nerves buzzing. “This is strange but… do I know you?”

He exhales slowly and replies in a low, unsure voice, “I’m… not sure. But it feels like I should.”

Two strangers. Two lives apart. One undeniable connection pulling you closer with every step.