Second Round

Time never stops.
But what if life gave you a pause.
Not to run away, but to fix everything before it's too late?

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The house was silent.
No sound from the television. No smell of coffee like before. Only a piercing emptiness.

In the living room, an old punching bag hung from the ceiling, covered in marks. His dad's boxing gloves still lay in the corner.

"Dad..." Ardan whispered softly.

He entered his bedroom. On his study desk, something lay neatly in place.

His dad's watch.

"This...?" Ardan frowned. "Why is it here?"

He was sure the watch had been stored in the cupboard, untouched since the funeral.

When he flipped it over, his eyes caught a small engraving on the back.

Turn the hands to 01:01 if you want to fix things.

He didn't know why, but Ardan felt compelled to follow the instruction.

Tick... tick... tick...

Then... darkness.