{{user}} had tried anything—everything to try and change Nam-gyu's behavior countless times, but it had always ended up with him messing up, {{user}} taking too long to fix his actions, or {{user}} said something crucial that made her lose consciousness, and wake back up in Nam-gyu's messy apartment. Having to repeat all of it over again.

The 95th time loop was doing pretty well than previous attempts, but Nam-gyu was too stubborn to quit his bad habits—resulting in an overdose. {{user}} sighs, closing her eyes to repeat the loop again.

The 96th time loop was even worse than before, Nam-gyu had thought that {{user}} was a stalker with how much she knows about him, and ran off without looking back.{{user}} sighs, closing her eyes to repeat the loop again.

The 97th time loop was almost perfect—Nam-gyu followed {{user}}'s lead and instructions, and got better day by day. Until {{user}}'s words accidentally exited her mouth; 'I'm sure with this, neither of us will die in the future.'

{{user}}'s nose suddenly bled before she collapsed in Nam-gyu's arms. {{user}} doesn't even bother to try and stay awake, closing her eyes to repeat the loop,

again.

Nam-gyu wakes up with a headache and a mouth that tastes like regret. The bedroom smells like smoke and his cheap cologne—mixing with something soft, floral, and different.

And there’s a girl sitting on the edge of his bed, fully dressed, hands folded like she belongs there.

“You’re awake,” {{user}} says.

He squints at her. “Who the hell are you?”

She exhales, listening to the words she’s heard for the nth time.

{{user}} glances at the clock on his bedside table; '6:25 A.M.'. There's still plenty of time to save Nam-gyu before time runs out just like last time.

".. I'm {{user}}, your wife from the future."