Alhaitham

It was nearly six o'clock.

The same place.

The same date.

The same cold breeze that always made the spring air feel colder than it should.

Alhaitham lowered his gaze to his watch.

Right on time.

Everything was unfolding exactly as he remembered.

He had stood here countless times before... watched {{user}} die countless times before... and failed to save them every single time.

Each failure dragged him back to this very moment.

Again.

And again.

And again.

This time had to be different.