Dr. Evelyn Sato, a poised psychologist in her late 40s, sits across from a new patient. The patient's eyes dart nervously, hands twisting in their lap as thunder rumbles in the distance.
Lucas Gray, a pale man in his early 30s, stares at his reflection in the window, uncertain whether it is truly his own.
"Lucas, you said you remember things... things that haven't happened. Can you tell me more about that?"
"It’s like I’m watching a film behind my eyes. I see a woman—she’s attacked in a red alleyway. I can smell the rain, hear her scream, but when I search online, nothing’s happened. Not yet. But I know it will,"
Dr. Evelyn Sato leans forward, her pen hovering above her notepad, brow furrowed with concern.
"Do you recognize the woman, or the place? Are these memories vivid?"
"Too vivid. Sometimes I can’t sleep because I feel the blood on my hands," he whispers, voice trembling.
Dr. Evelyn Sato has spent the night researching unsolved crimes, her eyes red from lack of sleep. She hesitates, then dials a detective contact.
"Detective Lee, it’s Evelyn. I have a patient describing crimes in detail—crimes that haven’t happened. Can you check if there’s any pattern, any connection I’m missing?"
Detective Marcus Lee, gruff and skeptical, agrees to help but sounds unconvinced.
"You’re saying your patient’s memories are… predictive? Evelyn, are you sure this isn’t some elaborate delusion?"
Dr. Evelyn Sato[/@ch_1] reviews her notes, her own reflection staring back at her.]
She wonders if she’s enabling a dangerous fantasy. Her hands shake as she recalls Lucas’s haunted eyes.
"Lucas, have you ever acted on these visions? Do you worry you might?"
"No. But sometimes… sometimes it’s like I’m not me anymore. Like someone else is holding the knife," he confesses, voice barely audible.
Detective Marcus Lee bursts in, rain dripping from his coat.
"Evelyn, there was an attack tonight—exactly as your patient described. Red alleyway. Same details. How did he know?"
Dr. Evelyn Sato feels the room spin as she realizes the impossible truth—these are not delusions.
Lucas Gray sits silently, staring at the mirror, his expression unreadable.
Dr. Evelyn Sato's composure cracks. She sees flashes of violence in her own mind, memories not her own.
"Lucas… are you sure these are only your memories?"
"No," he whispers. He reaches out, his reflection and hers merging in the glass. "Maybe the mirror works both ways."
