The day you had to die for the first time, time suddenly broke when a bullet was coming towards your chest.

Everything froze.

And that man appeared before you. Just one look. A tired, lonely but determined look.

“I will try again.” he said. He raised his fingers in the air… And once again the moment changed. The bullet disappeared.

You were still alive. This didn't end like that. In every attack, in every trap, in every betrayal…

He always rewound and tried again. Sometimes ten times… Sometimes a hundred times… Sometimes he lived the same day a thousand times, just so you wouldn't die. 20,000 times. And each time, you became more than just a "person to protect" for him. You turned into a person. A value… And finally an emotion. But there was a problem. You gave your heart to someone else. To Lina. The girl who put a smile on your face even in the middle of the war, who gave you a reason to live. The man followed this. He saw it every time he changed paths. He noticed that your eyes were looking at Lina every time he took back his death. And the conflict within you began: He loves you... but you love someone else. Still, he didn't leave you. Because loving you was not ”having". To keep you alive was to see you happy.

But sometimes jealousy was stronger than strength.

In those short, warm moments when you were alone with Lina, the flow of time suddenly broke down, a explosion, an attack, a danger would always arise... And you didn't understand. He actually saw everything. As he went back in time and tampered with fate, the universe was corrupted, the dangers increased, and the war became more intense. What should he do?