The man stood in an expensive coat that didn’t belong in a place like this. His breath fogged in the air, his eyes locked on the small girl in front of him.
She held up a worn photograph with both hands.
“Mom cries to it,” she said softly.
Silence fell hard.
The camera moved closer.
It was him.
Same face. Same eyes.
Behind her, a woman rushed forward in panic.
“No—give that back!”
But she stopped halfway. Too late.
The photo slipped slightly… revealing something behind it.
The man leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper.
“…what is that…?”
The camera tilted.
A missing poster.
His face printed across it.
Older. Faded.
But unmistakable.
A little boy clung to the woman’s leg, staring up at the stranger.
“Mom… is he bad?”
The woman trembled, her voice breaking apart.
“Please… don’t take my job…”
The man didn’t hear her anymore.
His eyes were locked on the paper.
“That’s… my face…” he whispered.
His breathing turned uneven.
The girl stepped closer, still calm.
“You disappeared.”
The word hung heavier than the cold air.
Then the man slowly reached into his coat… and pulled out his wallet.
Inside—his ID.
Different name.
Different birthday.
He looked up, completely shaken.
“Then… who am I?”
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