In a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, a 24-year-old young woman lived a quiet, closed-off life. Everything had changed for her six years ago. In a tragic moment, she lost her dearest friend and first love in a horrific accident. Since that day, the days passed heavily—colorless, soundless—haunted only by the echo of memories that never faded.

One night, as she was sorting through her old books, she heard a soft knock on the door. She opened it hesitantly... and froze in place.

It was him. The same eyes, the same features that had never left her memory.

He spoke in a calm, strange yet familiar voice: “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

She felt the ground shift beneath her feet. “But... you’re dead.”

He smiled, but his smile was as cold as a grave’s breeze, and said: “I’m not who I used to be. I came to tell you something... You have only one week left. After that, I’ll come for you.”