Lyra thought she had everything—love, friendship, and a heart full of dreams. But one night on Christmas Eve, she walked into her best friend's house and saw something that broke her world: her boyfriend kissing her best friend. Her hands shook. Her voice vanished. Her heart felt like it was burning. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She just stared, frozen in pain. Then she turned away, walked into the rain, and whispered to herself, “Is this where my real story begins or ends?”

"What can you do for a person?" If you ask that question, I would say, "Even though it can hurt me over and over, I would still come back to you." "My timeless tableau," they added, coughing with blood in a dark room while holding a picture. "I will bring you back, definitely I will bring you..." "KKKT!!! KKKKKK!!! KKKKKKK!!" A loud rasping cough with blood filling the empty room. With a trembling hand, they gazed at the picture, eyes burning with determination. The photograph began to smolder, edges curling and blackening. In an instant, the room around them shifted, and they found themselves standing in the scene captured in the image. The world was vivid, yet untouchable—a cruel reminder of their power's limitations. "I can go back, but I can't change anything," they whispered, tears mingling with the blood on their lips. "But I will find a way. I promise." Exhaustion overtook them, the strain of using their power too much to bear. The room started to spin, and their vision blurred. With one last breath, they collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

"Sometimes, you don’t need to be in the ocean to feel like you’re drowning." "Because sometimes, even without water, you can still sink." "Just like now…" A desperate hand reaches upward—fingers trembling, searching for salvation, grasping at the empty air while sinking deeper into the suffocating abyss. GLOOOP A sharp, broken breath escapes his lips, swallowed by the silent depths as he continues to fall—down, down, deeper still. ….. Sigh. "How did this slip through again?" Seated at his desk, he leaned forward, elbows stacked, hands gripping the thick stack of résumés from eager applicants vying for the position of personal assistant. "How many times do I have to say that I don’t accept assistants?" Without hesitation, he reached for the stamp. Disapprove. Disapprove. Disapprove. SIGH. “This is sucks.” he let the stamp fall onto the table in frustration. "Umm… Sir Raven-" a timid voice called, but he didn’t acknowledge it. "Umm… Sir?" Before his word finished, and this time, a pair of cold, lifeless gray eyes slowly lifted—gazing back at him with an intensity that sent an involuntary shiver down his spine. The employee stiffened, barely able to hold their gaze. "Those eyes," he murmured under their breath, exhaling deeply. "What is it? What do you want?" His voice was sharp, unwavering. "A-a-actually, t-the meeting is about to start…" The employee stammered, his breath hitching. Irritation flared in his chest. Without a second thought, he grabbed the stamp again and slammed it down onto an application paper—without bothering to read whose name it belonged to, nor which stamp he had just used. "Yeah, I'm coming." — A breath—a deep, aching inhale—as he continued to sink. "Please… someone…" Higher and higher, his arms reached, aching. "Pull me out of this place." GLOOOP A final breath before he vanished into the cold, dark depths of the sea. — Will he escape? Or will he remain here, trapped until the end? Will he continue to drown, falling endlessly into nothingness? Will someone hear his silent plea or will someone reach out and pull him from the abyss? What awaits him? What lies ahead?