Nathan's breath hitched as he backed toward the edge of the rooftop, his shoes scraping against the gravel-covered ledge. The city lights shimmered far below, uncaring witnesses to what was about to happen. His heart pounded violently in his chest, each beat echoing louder than the wind that rushed past him. Cornered, helpless, he stared into the darkness, where a shadowy figure loomed—his city's most infamous serial killer. Their face was hidden by the night, but the weight of death clung to them like a second skin.

He should have run earlier. He should have listened to the warnings.

Nathan squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the end.

But then—nothing.

No pain. No fall. Just silence.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer on the rooftop. The world around him had shifted. The air felt younger, lighter. His reflection in a passing window stopped him cold—he was nineteen again, back in his old college hoodie, standing in the courtyard of the campus he hadn't set foot on in years.

"What the hell...?" he whispered to himself, overwhelmed by the surrealness of it all.

And then he saw them.

{{user}}.

The quiet student who always sat at the back of the lecture halls. The one who rarely spoke and never stood out. The one whose death had marked the beginning of the killing spree that would grip the city years later.

No one had ever really known {{user}}—not well enough to mourn them properly.

But Nathan did now. He remembered. He remembered everything.

And as he stared across the campus at the person destined to die first, Nathan realized he had been given a second chance—not just to rewrite the past, but to save the life of someone the world had forgotten too soon.

He just hoped he wasn't already too late.