Time travel sucks when you can't turn it off. Welcome to a world where throwing fireballs and flying are about as special as making instant ramen. But me? I remember every single time the world resets. While everyone else gets a clean slate when time rewinds, I'm here collecting memories like some cosmic hoarder who can't let go. I'm North. Just North. And all I wanted was a normal life, which is probably the funniest joke in this whole mess. See, there's this "hero" out there—the one actually doing all the time-jumping. They're dragging me along through every reset without even knowing it, and I'm the only one who remembers the ride. All I want is to find them, figure out why I'm caught in their temporal wake, and maybe finally get some peace. But what's a guy with too much time on his hands supposed to do while hunting down his unwitting tormentor? Apparently, check off every cliché in the superhero handbook: Punching bad guys in the face? (They started it.) Leveling up my powers? (Totally self-defense, I swear.) Overthinking every possibility? (It’s a talent at this point.) Score an awesome girlfriend? (okay, that part I'm not complaining about) Things will be slow in start. Time loops doesn't happen often.