The cafe was buzzing with the soft warmth of conversation between friends, couples, and old people who were enjoying their rich aroma aroma-filled coffee. Kim-Hyun-Jo, dressed in his crisp uniform, moved gracefully among the tables, attentively engaging with customers and managing the coffee center's billing.The clock struck 10, and the cafe was now empty. After diligently mopping the floor, tidying every corner, and cleaning up, he finished his shift. He then removed his apron, placing it on the cliff, and took a final glance around the cafe. Switching off all the lights and locking up, he carried his bag and walked back to his apartment, shoulders slumped and exhausted.Kim-Hyun-Jo is holding his bag and returning to the nearby public transport and while passing on an empty street. "Hey! Young man! "A man's deep voice called near the entrance of the other apartment.Kim-Hyun-Jo paused, his shoulders tensing, and turned toward the sound. "Huh?" A soft hum escaped from his lips. The

Whoa!" Astrid shouted behind Ewan's ear playfully, clawing her fingers and her painted nail gleaming under the light like a cat's playful claw with an elegant, teasing smile on her face."Ah!" Ewan yelped, his whole body jolting. He fumbled his phone, which slipped from his grasp, and hit the marble floor with a sharp thud. The screen glass crackled like lightning in the dark sky. He pressed a hand to his pounding chest, letting out a deep, shaky breath. "God, you scared me half to death!" he murmured, his heart still hammering."Oh, I am sorry... I just... I am sorry." Astrid's smile faded, and she knelt, took a crackled phone, and noticed the slight crack. "I can fix it!!" She said, tapped his shoulder to make the scene easy.Ewan remains silent for a moment and flipping the cracked phone front and back."Ewan! I am sorry! " Astrid apologized, in a lower tone and a true regret in her eyes and expression."It's my dad's first present to me!" He said painfully, lowered his tone, and to

"Relax," Edward said, his tone low and calming. "We struggled a lot at first, too. She's never lived this kind of life before. We can't blame her." He glanced around, checking to make sure no one was near. "And an important thing: from now on, make Astrid's safety a priority. She's more important than we think."A soft, confused hum escaped Miley's lips. "Huh? What do you mean?"Edward nodded in agreement, "Yes! Astrid's life is more complicated than we thought...."Edward started his firm steadily. "Wyatt is working under Sins, I mean, my boss. He ordered me to keep her safe here! But Wyatt did everything to save Astrid from the accident. They were lovers before her accident, but they broke up for their own reasons. "Miley nodded, "Yeah! She still loves him!" she said.But the problem is," Edward continued, his eyes darkening with concern, "Mr Sins' son, Ewan, has loved Astrid for six years. Now, on one side, Wyatt is searching for her. On the other hand, Ewan is obsessively searching

The morning alarm beeped, and a wooden house changed to a vibrant technological contest. The persistent BEEP of his phone alarm (7:00 AM) ripped Wyatt from sleep. Now, Astrid's dreams faded into Wyatt's reality.Wyatt suddenly woke up, blinking as he sat up in his bed. He turned to the other side, feeling the warmth of sunlight streaming through the blinds. His eyes settled on Alex, who was still focused on his laptop. Alex's fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, each keystroke echoing in the quiet room. On the screen, lines of code scrolled down endlessly, displaying a pattern of green and blue symbols.His gaze was fixed on the screen with pure dedication. Beside him, tons of empty cool drink cans were filled in buckets. "You're still working on that? Since last night?" Wyatt's voice was a dry, rusty whisper.Alex gave a single, dismissive nod, his eyes locked on the monitor. "Yes.""For whom, for Ewan!" Wyatt asked in a knowing tone and pushing himself up to rest on an elbow.Th

On his left side, one of the reapers stepped front confidently. He slowly removed his black mask, revealing his future version. His pupils dilated so quickly they felt like they were ripping as he fell back, hitting the steel chair with a loud clang. "No... this is not true! He has to be a clone!" he stammered, his voice choked with terror and glanced at others, "Who the hell are you?"" I am not a clone! I am you," the future Kim-Hyun-Jo said, his voice flat and no sympathy in his expression."What? Do you think I am going to believe that? Why would you do this?" the younger Kim-Hyun-Jo demanded, horror clawing at his throat. Future Kim-Hyun-Jo let out an exhausted sigh that seemed to carry the weight of three years of suffering, and stepped even closer, watching his reflection of his younger self in his own eyes. "Do you remember we got repeated the same nightmares every day, A red animal always chasing us in the dark forest. We never shared this story with anyone!" he questioned. H