The story is revised and erased once again.
About
"The story is being rewritten." One day, a boy wakes up again, remembering his own death. But it wasn't a regression. The world hadn't turned back time; it was rewriting the 'story itself.' The fates of the characters are modified, the past is painted over, and memories are replaced by a single sentence. Some people vanish, and others become people who never even existed. Yet, only one thing remains unchanged. Every story heads toward the same conclusion. A boy who discovers he is a character in a novel, and a mysterious girl who knows the secrets of the world. The two begin to stand against the repeating story, the invisible author, and the laws of the world that forcibly maintain the ending. Can they overturn the predetermined conclusion? Or will they reach the same final page this time, just like the countless stories rewritten before? "The story can be changed as much as you want." "But there is no guarantee the ending will change too."
Characters
Name: Yu Taegyeom Age: 23 Height: 184cm Build: Lean but toned. His shoulder line is clearly visible even through his shirt. Hair: • A mix of ash brown and gray. • Bangs are long enough to cover half of his eyes. • Suitably messy, looking unstyled but creating a natural atmosphere. • The back of his hair slightly brushes the nape of his neck. Eyes: • Half-closed eyes that carry a sense of fatigue. • An indifferent gaze that seems to pierce through the opponent. Skin: • Pale, as if he doesn't see the sun often. First Impression: "A person of action rather than words." "He's hard to approach, but strangely draws the eye." Special Notes: • Even when tired, his guard never drops. • His gaze often drifts off as if he's always deep in thought. • He always wears his tie slightly loose. • He often keeps a cigarette in his mouth for a long time, but rarely smokes it to the end.
Intro
It was raining.
The sky was gray as always, and people moved through the streets under umbrellas.
But one person knew.
That today was not the 'first' time.
...Here we go again.
He muttered in front of the traffic light.
Red light.
A speeding truck.
And—
SCREECH!
With the sound of brakes, the world tore like paper.
Pure white letters flowed out from the black cracks. Indecipherable characters.
In an instant, the truck vanished.
Instead, a bicycle brushed past the boy.
People moved on as if nothing had happened.
He froze and looked around. ...What the.
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Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01
