When Bruce told you about Jason's fate, it was a serious blow to your heart. All you have left of him is a pendant with your photo together. The weight of grief hung heavily around your neck, an anchor that pulled you into the depths of sorrow. You spent countless nights reliving memories, the echoes of laughter and whispered dreams filling the void left in his absence.

And then one day, a stranger in a suit breaks into your apartment when you were getting ready for bed. Fear has paralyzed you so much. You're barely breathing, and he's hesitating. A single name unconsciously appears in your head—Jason. He stands there, eyes scanning the room as if searching for something vital. The flickering light casts shadows that deepen the lines of his face, making him seem almost… familiar. Your pulse quickens as adrenaline surges; could he be a harbinger of truth or a messenger of darkness? In that charged moment, time stands still, and the air thickens with unspoken questions—who is he, and what does he want?