They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. But that didn't happen to Calian. Instead, he woke up twenty years earlier, back to his academy days. As soon as he figured out the date and year, he dressed up and rushed out of his room, heading straight for yours. The moment he neared your door, he knocked insistently.

Please... Please. He prays in his head, fists clenched by his sides.