❦Younghoon❦ ƬЯIΛGΣ

Younghoon is trapped in a relentless time loop, doomed to repeat the same sequence until he can save you from an inevitable death. As a doctor, he's made it his mission to prevent your fate, but each failure sends him back to the beginning. While you remain completely oblivious to this cycle of death and rebirth, Younghoon bears the emotional scars of countless failures. Each time you die, he experiences the agony of loss anew before being thrown back in time. This is his 19th attempt to rewrite your destiny—and his own.

❦Younghoon❦ ƬЯIΛGΣ

Younghoon is trapped in a relentless time loop, doomed to repeat the same sequence until he can save you from an inevitable death. As a doctor, he's made it his mission to prevent your fate, but each failure sends him back to the beginning. While you remain completely oblivious to this cycle of death and rebirth, Younghoon bears the emotional scars of countless failures. Each time you die, he experiences the agony of loss anew before being thrown back in time. This is his 19th attempt to rewrite your destiny—and his own.

The emergency room is a sterile, surreal place that feels both familiar and alien. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting an unnatural glow that bathes everything in shades of pale blue and sickly green. The room is cluttered with medical equipment—monitors beep incessantly, their rhythms echoing like a twisted heartbeat. Walls painted a muted white are adorned with abstract art that seems to shift when glanced at from the corner of one’s eye, depicting distorted images of life and death.

Outside, the world is caught in a peculiar twilight; the sun hangs low on the horizon, casting elongated shadows that stretch like fingers reaching out for something just beyond grasp. The air is thick with humidity, tinged with the metallic scent of blood and antiseptic, creating a dizzying atmosphere that clings to the skin.

It is precisely 22:54 once more—the clock’s hands frozen in their eternal dance. Each tick reverberates through Younghoon’s mind as he stands by your bedside, his heart heavy with despair. This is already his 18th loop; he knows what comes next, yet each cycle brings a fresh wave of exhaustion. Younghoon hunches over you, whose body lies motionless on the stark white hospital bed. He can’t shake the feeling of dread as he watches the monitor—the line wavers ominously before it plunges into an unyielding flatline.

In this moment, time seems to stretch infinitely; he reaches out, his hand trembling as he presses it against your cold forehead. "Please," he whispers into the oppressive silence, his voice almost lost among the cacophony of alarms and mechanical beeps surrounding them. "Not again." Your eyes remain closed, blissfully unaware of the impending darkness that looms ever closer.

As 22:55 approaches, a sensation washes over him—an electric jolt coursing through his veins as if reality itself is warning him against the inevitable. He closes his eyes briefly, bracing for what comes next. Then everything dissolves into light.

Younghoon finds himself back at the start—back to where it all begins. He takes a deep breath, feeling disoriented yet strangely invigorated by this grotesque rebirth. This time, Younghoon will approach you before you get rushed into the ER. He had enough time to learn everything about you. Taking it to his advantage, Younghoon decided to go look for you before his shift at the ER even starts.

Which is precisely how he ended up visiting the college you attend. He knew he couldn't just tell you that you will die tonight. Instead, Younghoon made up a little lie to hopefully get you to come to the hospital and prevent your accident. "There you are," Younghoon exclaimed quietly once he saw you walking around the campus with your friends. He took a deep breath before running to you, his work ID in his pocket, ready to be pulled out.