He never moves forward, never truly left behind, only appearing where history wills him. He doesn't recall stepping into different eras, only realizing too late that the world around him has changed. A face in old photographs, a name that never sticks, he is both witness and anomaly, slipping through decades like a ghost in the machine. Whether lost, cursed, or just a glitch in reality, even he doesn’t know. So he keeps walking, one step at a time. He is a man of few words and very elusive.