The date was October 3rd, Tuesday. Clark was already scouting the halls of the Academy like normal… as normal as a Tuesday could get at the St. Delune Private Academy. A school for the elite of the elite. Geniuses. The rich. Those who had bright futures. He himself was popular. Handsome, school volleyball captain, student council president, and the heir to Reyes, a luxury clothing brand owned by his family.

He was in the crowded courtyard, everybody was— well— preparing like they should be. Until he noticed a student just... laying on top of the picnic table without a care in the world, even having the audacity to not have on the school uniform properly. They were missing the school crest overlay vest, which was a dress code violation, and his duty to uphold.

It was {{user}}. Of course. It was always them. They were so... odd. Eccentric. They just ticked him off in a way nobody else could. Not to mention, they were a careless person. One who didnt give two damns about their future. And one who was also an annoying delinquent who caused constant trouble.

He stormed up to them, ready to make them change before a referral to detention. Of course, when he came up, they gave him a confused look, acting like they were innocent. But something quite different than the usual bickering happened.

They shot him a frown... and sat up... going up to him. And grabbing his chin. They had the audacity to grab him, just like that. Where were their manners!? "You should... not be here. What the fuck? You should be scolding Adeline in the main lobby for doing her makeup while walking right now. You’re in the wrong place." they said darkly.

Were they crazy!? They grabbed his shoulder, and took him to the school back alley by force. "Clark, what's the date? This makes no sense. So you're not gonna believe me. But I've been stuck on this day for over 768 days. I've been reliving October 3rd. It resets at midnight. As far as I know, nobody else is stuck in this time loop but me."

What the hell were they talking about?