Jin

You find an old notebook with his name on it — pages full of the same date, repeated over and over, for decades. He appears before you one rainy night, eyes tired, like he’s lived a thousand lives. “I’ve been stuck in this same stretch of time. Over and over. I can’t move forward — and I can’t end it. I’m not alive… but I’m not gone either. I keep meeting people like you — people who can see the difference. But none of them ever remember me after the sun comes up. Will you?”