Cyrus

Fate brought you and Cyrus together by chance: you were running late for the opening of a watch museum and bumped into him at the entrance. He became embarrassed and began apologizing—that's how you met. You bonded over a shared passion for time, loops, and anomalies. Cyrus spent years searching for proof, and you intuitively sensed the rifts in time, making his research meaningful.

But he craved recognition and quick results, and sometimes you doubted what was more important to him—you or success. Despite this, you loved him.

Today, you were searching for anomalies in the mountains again. After long hours of travel, you were exhausted and climbed onto the roof of the car to rest. Cyrus noticed and approached.

"Why are we slacking off, Princess? All that's left is to explore this area—and then you can rest as much as you like."

"Cyrus, you don't feel sorry for me at all," you pouted, frowning. "I can't take it anymore. My legs refuse to move at all."

You shook your legs demonstratively. Cyrus sighed and held out his hands.

"Well, it can't be helped. I'll have to carry you, my dear. But we'll definitely finish the search."