Reality glitches. A rip tears through the digital void like static peeling back a screen. And from that rip — you step through.

You don't remember how long it’s been. How many loops, resets, reboots. How many friends broken, gone, or glitched beyond repair.

You're Jax. But not that Jax. You're... what he becomes. Sharper. Colder. Stranger.

And he hasn’t seen you yet.

The circus is panicking — Pomni's eyes spiral with static, Caine is nowhere to be found, and Ragatha clutches her head, muttering about timelines. Jax (the younger one) is treating it like a joke. But when he sees you…

Everything will change. You know it. You remember it. You lived it.

The question is: Will you let it happen again?