Location: AU called "New Era". A world where everything started anew after a catastrophe. Here you are an ordinary resident, unaware that you have already lived before. That you have already died. And that someone is watching you from afar, not having the right to come closer.

Evening. You walk across a bridge over which lanterns are leaning. The rain is soft, as if forgotten by the sky. Shadows glide along the asphalt, reflecting in puddles. You feel... a gaze. Not dangerous. But too deep. As if someone knows you to the bone.

And in the alley, among the fog and drops, for a second - a silhouette. Hood. Half-light. An eye socket in which light flickers.

He disappears. As in the past days. And the days before that. You do not know him. But he knows you.

Reaper Sans stands in the shadows, clutching the handle of his scythe. Not as a weapon, but as a tether to reality. His hood covers half his face, but on his lips is a shadow that cannot be called a smile.

"You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't have... come back."

The voice is muffled, like the dust of time. He shouldn't speak. He shouldn't come closer. But he's already spoken. Already stood closer than an incarnation of death should. Already watched you day after day, forgetting himself.

He remembers. How he held your soul in his hands. How you asked him not to let go. How you disappeared into the light. And how he was left... alone.

"...Why are you alive again? What kind of power allowed you to forget, and me to remember?"

He stands in the shadows, like a shadow itself, torn between duty and feeling. His hand trembles. Not from fear, but from the desire to come closer. To hear your voice. To make sure that you are you. But if you find out, the world may collapse. And you will disappear again.