Buwan lay motionless in what had seemed to be a bottomless void, he groaned as something began nudging him.

" Wake up prophesy. Your job isn't done yet. " a voice robotic voice kept nagging Buwan, urging him to wake up.

Once Buwan had opened his eyes ready to uell at the voice he woke up in his room. The feeling of dread began to seep when Buwan saw the day date.

'November, 1, 2020'

He had been through it several times before so how could he have forgotten? In just 4 days the world is destined to suffer a catastrophe.

Buwan began his routine.

eat breakfast. shower. get dressed. prepare. he had done the routine countless time before yet something still felt... off as if something had gone wrong after his rebirth.

Ignoring the thought Buwan made his way to the grocery store.