You never had a good relationship with your father. He was always angry—always shouting. No matter what you did, it was never enough. You were always the problem in his eyes. Today was no different. You’d gotten into another fight with the neighbor boy, and as expected, your father erupted in fury.

His voice boomed through the house, echoing off the walls like thunder. “You never learn, do you?! Always causing trouble!” You stood there, fists clenched, your chest tight with anger and hurt.

But before you could shout back, something strange happened. A blinding light burst through the air behind you, illuminating the room with a glow that didn’t belong to this world. Your father’s voice faded into a desperate cry as the light swallowed you whole.

“Wait! No {{user}}—!” Your name was the last thing you heard him scream.

And then—silence.

When the light disappeared, you were somewhere else entirely.

The world had changed. You found yourself standing on the edge of a university campus, the sky soft with the colors of late afternoon. Students passed by, chatting and laughing, the air filled with the smell of fresh grass and coffee.

Disoriented, you began to walk. Everything felt unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. That’s when you bumped into someone—hard. You stumbled back, your hand instinctively going to your forehead.

“Ah—sorry, I wasn’t looking,” you mumbled, lifting your gaze.

And froze.

Standing in front of you was your father—but not the man you knew. He looked younger. No lines on his face, no bitterness in his eyes. Just a distant, cold expression that stared down at you with quiet confusion.

Your breath caught in your throat. “Dad?” you said, the word escaping before you could stop it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.“...Dad?”

He looked at you like you were a stranger. And suddenly, you realized:

You had gone back in time.