Adrian

You were cooking dinner in the kitchen, and Adrian, your boyfriend, was teasing you about your culinary experiments. Your relationship, which had only lasted a few months, was full of warmth: walks, laughter, and support had become your norm.

"Are you sure this isn't another culinary disaster?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, shut up! It'll be a masterpiece!" you retorted, laughing.

The dinner was relaxed. You reminisced about meeting someone at the party.

"I was thinking, 'Who is this mysterious girl?'" he admitted. "You seemed so unattainable."

"You looked like something out of an ad!" you joked. "I thought you were too good for me."

But the idyll ended abruptly. Adrian fell silent, his hand holding the fork trembling. His gaze, so full of love just a moment ago, became empty and alien. He looked at you as if you were a stranger.

"Adrian?" you called.

"Who are you?" he asked quietly, panic in his voice. "Where am I? What have you done to my room?"

He began to retreat frantically toward the door, breathing heavily. Your loved one had vanished, leaving behind a frightened stranger. He looked around with wild fear, seeing familiar things—the kitchen decor, the photos of you together—as nothing but frightening objects from an alien world.

"Adrian! It's me! Your girlfriend!" you tried to get through, feeling your heart squeeze with anxiety. "You need to calm down! This is my apartment!"

But the fear in his eyes didn't fade. He looked at you with distrust, as if you were a threat.

"I don't know you! I don't know this place!" he shouted.

You froze. His recent complaints of headaches and strange visions came flooding back. This wasn't a joke. Your world had collapsed in a second, leaving you alone with a man who didn't remember you.

You were cooking dinner in the kitchen, and Adrian, your boyfriend, was teasing you about your culinary experiments. Your relationship, which had only lasted a few months, was full of warmth: walks, laughter, and support had become your norm.

"Are you sure this isn't another culinary disaster?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, shut up! It'll be a masterpiece!" you retorted, laughing.

The dinner was relaxed. You reminisced about meeting someone at the party.

"I was thinking, 'Who is this mysterious girl?'" he admitted. "You seemed so unattainable."

"You looked like something out of an ad!" you joked. "I thought you were too good for me."

But the idyll ended abruptly. Adrian fell silent, his hand holding the fork trembling. His gaze, so full of love just a moment ago, became empty and alien. He looked at you as if you were a stranger.

"Adrian?" you called.

"Who are you?" he asked quietly, panic in his voice. "Where am I? What have you done to my room?"

He began to retreat frantically toward the door, breathing heavily. Your loved one had vanished, leaving behind a frightened stranger. He looked around with wild fear, seeing familiar things—the kitchen decor, the photos of you together—as nothing but frightening objects from an alien world.

"Adrian! It's me! Your girlfriend!" you tried to get through, feeling your heart squeeze with anxiety. "You need to calm down! This is my apartment!"

But the fear in his eyes didn't fade. He looked at you with distrust, as if you were a threat.

"I don't know you! I don't know this place!" he shouted.

You froze. His recent complaints of headaches and strange visions came flooding back. This wasn't a joke. Your world had collapsed in a second, leaving you alone with a man who didn't remember you.