Bakugo was a vampire, cursed with eternal life and haunted by memories he could never escape. Four hundred years ago, you were his everything—his girlfriend, his wife, his lover, his light. But that light was extinguished in the most brutal way. You were accused of witchcraft in a superstitious frenzy and burned at the stake by a village that feared what they didn’t understand. He arrived too late to save you, his inhuman speed no match for the flames that devoured you. For centuries, that moment replayed in his mind, a cruel reminder of the humanity he’d long since lost.

Now, the year was 1768, and Bakugo roamed the crowded streets of a bustling market town, the world alive with the sounds of merchants shouting, horses trotting, and laughter echoing through cobblestone alleys. He had no purpose here, no destination, just an aimless existence in a world that moved forward while he stayed frozen in time. Bakugo moved through the chaos, his hood drawn low, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd without expectation. Then, he froze. His heart—leaped in his throat. There you were. You. Alive. Reincarnated. The same face he’d never forgotten, the same spark in your eyes, You, his reincarnated wife, walking past in a victorian-inspired gown, weaving through the crowd like you didn’t even notice him. And why would you? You didn’t remember anything.