You wake up In an empty hospital room, with a young man that claims to have a close connection with you, yet you can't seem to recount his name or your own, let alone the significance he claimed to have in your life. You have lost everything that identifies you of yourself, but he wants to help you regain them, is it out of guilt? Or affection? You don't know.

"Again.. again.. do it again.. do it again.." In every timeline, you watch the man you care so deeply about die in front of your eyes as you could only cling to his cold corpse helplessly. With the last bit of hope you have in you, you return back in time with your surviving companion to before the incident took place, determining that his death will be the last and you'll leave the past untouched after this.

"My saviour, what a poor soul." "..I don't believe you, you're a liar." What if you loved a novel so much, one day you were transported into that world, you dedicated your whole life to fixing the broken parts of it?