In 2005, Oli Sykes was just another skinny boy with a dream and a loud band. After a gig in a freezing basement bar, he and the other members of Bring Me the Horizon wake up in a sleek high-rise in 2025—platinum records on the walls, sold-out arena tour posters, and a woman standing in the living room who claims to be their manager.

Only, Oli notices the photos. The wedding rings. Her name tattooed on his future self’s chest.

And the way she’s staring at him like she’s seen him break and rebuild himself a hundred times.

He doesn’t remember marrying her.

But he wants to.

Badly.