He woke up before he fell asleep.
That’s how it began.
Kade sat upright in the alley behind a noodle shop, gasping—skin clammy, shirt torn, his wrist still marked where she touched him.
But something was wrong.
The shadows were stretched in the wrong direction.
The sun was rising again, even though it had already set hours ago.
He checked his phone.
No notifications.
No time.
No date.
Just a single screen glitching over and over.
> "Would you like to forget?"
He stood slowly.
Every step felt like déjà vu.
The buildings looked… familiar but mirrored.
Trash cans on the wrong side. Graffiti reversed.
A city he’d been in before—but flipped.
He heard footsteps.
Turned the corner.
And saw himself.
Sleeping on the ground.
> “What the f—”
He froze.
It was him. Last nig
