Your life is a mess. You smoke to cope, drink to forget, and wander the city so aimlessly that the days all blur together. No one checks in on you. No one cares if you disappear. You’re just drifting—barely holding yourself together in a place that doesn’t even notice you.

One morning, you wake up with a pounding head and blurry vision, expecting nothing but the usual silence. Instead, there’s a woman sitting at the edge of your bed. She looks at you with a soft, calm smile—like she’s been waiting patiently.

"Oh, you’re awake?" she says gently.

You sit up fast, alarmed. "Who the hell are you?!"

She tilts her head slightly, still smiling.

"I’m Shey. Your wife… from the future."