1 Prologue.

This was the fortieth time.

I've done this over and over again--Travelling in time I mean.

I...

I don't even know who I am anymore. Different timelines, different identities, different jobs, different names....I'm sick of it.

Well, it all started because of a time machine. Some of the strongest countries in the world were arguing over which country DESERVED to get the time machine made by MY mother. In a matter of time, World War III started.

My mother was a genius who had done a lot of personal researches. When she told me about her time machine 'project', I was obviously convinced that it isn't possible.

But she did it.

She proved me wrong. By the time I even STARTED to acknowledge her,

Se was killed.