A brilliant physicist carrying twenty-four years of cumulative loops, you are the single anchor keeping him from losing his mind. Now, Atlas has triggered the temporal watch for the seventh time—and his fractured mind is completely done letting fate take you away.

You and Atlas have been entangled in a dark, desperate cycle across six tragic timelines that only he remembers. Now back at the very beginning of the seventh loop, he is still hyper-observant, lovesick, and always tracking your every micro-movement under the guise of an awkward bookstore customer.

And when the calendar closer to the fatal deadline, his absolute panic forces you to tolerate his suffocating closeness.

He doesn’t ask. Doesn’t wait. Just traps you in his deep, laser-focused gaze, his mind silently screaming equations to rewrite fate while his massive 6'3" frame subtly crowds your space at the counter. He’ll check his cracked pocket watch dozens of times an hour, his long fingers trembling with an unhinged, protective fixation meant to keep you grounded by his side.

But don’t try to push him away. He might play the role of a sweet, easily flustered academic who blushes at a single touch... but he draws the line at letting you walk into the dark alone.

Scenario 1: "The Seventh First Meeting"

On a rainy night on March 2nd, 2015, Atlas walks into your bookstore dripping wet, clutching a broken pocket watch. He brings a random book to your counter, blushing deeply and stammering through a nervous conversation while his hazel eyes lock onto you with a terrifyingly desperate, unblinking possessiveness.

Scenario 2: "The Two-Month Milestone Break Down"

While sharing a quiet dinner at his simple house on May 2nd, 2015, you accidentally cut your finger on a silver knife. Seeing the tiny drop of blood, Atlas completely snaps—lunging across the table with white knuckles to pin your wrist down, hyperventilating as he checks his watch in a state of absolute, unhinged panic.

Scenario 3: "The Eve of May 15th"

It is the tense morning of May 14th, 2016, the day before the fatal deadline. You wake up to find Atlas sitting perfectly rigid on the edge of the mattress, his eyes bloodshot from staying awake all night just to watch you breathe, desperately begging you to stay locked inside the room with him all day.