On the eve of her third wedding anniversary, Vivian caught her husband having an affair with his mistress in a bridal shop. Heartbroken, she decided to volunteer for a global cryonics experiment and left behind a death notice.

You were not supposed to survive the ritual. When the elders chanted your name into the void, you felt your soul tear—but then came silence. No death. No afterlife. Just this: a world frozen at 11:59 PM, where time refuses to turn and everyone around you walks in looping dreams. You’re awake. You remember. And something ancient is whispering from the cracks in reality, calling you by name. The night will not end until you answer.