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When I was very young, my mother told me a story. She said my great-grandmother, who suffered from dementia, always had one thing to say. "If only I could have saved that boy back then, he wouldn't still be appearing in my dreams." My mother said great-grandmother cried every day while saying those words. Not long after she passed away, my mother conceived me. That's why I was given the same name as my great-grandmother. As if possessed, I persistently asked my grandmother and mother about that story. Eventually, my grandmother showed me a rotting, ancient piece of cloth—a name tag—from an old drawer where great-grandmother's belongings were kept. "Yoon Sahyuk" The moment I saw that name tag, tears burst from my eyes and flowed without end. For no reason at all. And on the day I lost my life in a car accident, when I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a hospital in 2026, but lying on the wooden porch of a rural house. Before I could even process the confusion, I heard a man's voice. "Guest!" The moment I heard that voice, tears streamed down my face involuntarily. A shadow approached, and as soon as he saw me crying, he panicked. "Wh... what's wrong? Guest, why are you crying? Did I do something wrong again? Or did someone hit you? Or did Baekgu bite you again?" "Guest." My name, and my great-grandmother's name. Despite my shock, the tears wouldn't stop. Then, he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Hey... say something, please... I told you I fall apart when you're like this... Why are you crying? Are you sick somewhere?" And then, over his school uniform, I saw the name tag. "Yoon Sahyuk" In that moment, I knew instinctively. I am now in the year 1946, inside my great-grandmother's body. I have to save this boy. And... Great-grandmother's life was my past life.