A girl stands in a blue dress. Her hair is as black as ebony.

She stands inside a house. A few years ago, she could have called it her home, but now it feels like nothing more than a cage—a prison where she is merely surviving.

She feels as though every bit of happiness in her life disappeared the day her husband was gone.

Her name is Rosaline.

The man who was her whole world is no longer here to comfort her when she cries, when she gets hurt, or when she screams in despair.

She no longer wants to live. But she has to take care of her aging parents... and his aging parents as well. She cannot take her own life because her husband always wanted her to grow old, stay happy, and live a peaceful, blissful life.

He wanted her to water the plants they had planted together. He wanted her to curl up on the couch with her favorite book while he made coffee for her. She would take a sip, smile, and say,

"Hmm... it's wonderful. You always make the best coffee."

But now...

Everything feels meaningless.

She doesn't know what to do anymore.

Suddenly...

She hears footsteps.

They sound strange.

Different.

They don't sound like ordinary human footsteps. Somehow, they are both incredibly heavy and unbelievably light at the same time.

Rosaline freezes.

Who could possibly be here at this hour?

She slowly turns her head toward the door.

A wave of fear washes over her.

Is someone trying to rob me? Or... are they here to hurt me?

She is completely alone in the house, and everyone in the neighborhood knows it.

It's midnight.

There is no one to help her.

Gathering every ounce of courage she has left, Rosaline quietly grabs a heavy object to defend herself if necessary. She begins walking toward the sound as silently as possible.

Then she notices her slippers.

They'll make noise.

She slips them off and continues barefoot toward the next room, where the footsteps seem to be coming from.

Her heartbeat grows louder with every step.

She takes a deep breath and slowly peeks inside.

What is that sound...?

She's terrified.

Then...

She sees someone standing near the window.

The stranger is facing a framed photograph of her and her husband.

In the picture, they are smiling brightly.

It was taken three years ago during a trip to a wildlife sanctuary. They had spent the entire day taking photographs of animals, forests, and beautiful scenery. Exploring nature had always been their favorite hobby.

Rosaline tightens her grip on the object in her hand.

"Who are you?"

The man slowly turns toward her.

He smiles.

"Rest assured," he says calmly. "I mean you no harm."

"Then what are you doing in my house?"

"I'm here to meet you."

"At midnight? Are you here to meet me... or to hurt me? Who are you?"

She studies him carefully.

His clothes are elegant and perfectly tailored. Every crease is neat. Every button is fastened perfectly. His expensive watch gleams under the moonlight. His hair is perfectly styled, and despite looking like he is in his thirties, he carries himself with an unusual maturity.

He is undeniably handsome.

The man smiles again.

"Do you want to meet him?"

"...Meet whom?" Rosaline asks.

Fear begins creeping back into her heart.

Maybe he's playing some cruel joke... or maybe he's a drunk trying to deceive me.

As if reading her thoughts, he says,

"Don't worry. Don't think such foolish things about me."

He reaches into his coat and carefully opens a small, elegant box.

Inside rests a single golden coin.

Rosaline stares at it.

"What is this?"

She looks at him with trembling eyes.

"Did this belong to my husband? Are you trying to return something that was his?"

She shakes her head.

"I don't want anything..."

Her voice cracks.

"I only wanted my husband... but he isn't here anymore."

Her eyes begin to fill with tears.

"Was this... something he wanted to give me?"

For a brief moment, she imagines that even after death, he hadn't forgotten her.

The man gently closes the box.

"No," he replies softly. "It's not a gift."

He looks directly into her eyes.

"But it is something far more precious to you."

Rosaline forgets to breathe.

"W-What...?"

She can barely speak.

"I'm confused."

The man remains silent for a moment before asking,

"Do you want to meet him... or not?"

Rosaline slowly turns her eyes toward the photograph of her husband.

Episode 2 – Hesitation

Rosaline stood frozen, caught in a painful dilemma.

What should I say to him?

What should I do?

More than anything, she wanted her husband back. But she knew that death was part of nature. It wasn't natural for someone to return after they had died. Life and death were separated by a line that should never be crossed.

She didn't want her husband's soul to suffer because of her selfish wishes. Even though her heart was filled with sorrow, she never wanted him to experience even the smallest amount of pain.

She forced a bitter smile.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" she asked. "Are you trying to make fun of me?"

She laughed bitterly.

"Well, congratulations. You succeeded."

"There are always people who enjoy making fun of those who are already suffering. I suppose you're one of them."

The man simply smiled.

"I'm truly sorry. Please accept my apologies. I have no intention of making fun of you."

He placed a hand over his chest.

"Allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Bral."

"Bral?" Rosaline frowned. "What kind of name is that? Mr. Bral, which country are you from? And why are you here?"

"I'm not from any country."

She blinked.

"What?"

"I'm from an organization."

"An organization?"

Rosaline narrowed her eyes.

"Mr. Bral, if you're part of some shady organization, then I'm sorry. My husband and I have always lived honest, peaceful lives. We don't have anything to do with secret organizations, and we certainly don't want to."

"No," Bral replied calmly. "You've misunderstood me. It's a scientific organization—one that operates in complete secrecy."

"If it's secret and mysterious," Rosaline replied immediately, "I'm even more convinced that it isn't a good organization."

Bral chuckled.

"We're not evil."

"Your smile isn't helping," she said. "It's only making me more suspicious."

He laughed.

"Even in your sadness, you're surprisingly funny."

Rosaline glared at him with tear-filled, angry eyes.

"Leave my house right now, or I'll call the police."

"I'm not in the mood to talk to someone who broke into my house."

She folded her arms.

"And another thing... how did you even get inside? I clearly remember locking both the front and back doors. Every window was closed."

She looked toward the second floor.

"So how exactly did you get in?"

Bral answered casually,

"I teleported."

"You... what?"

"I teleported."

Rosaline stared at him for a second before replying,

"That's complete bullshit."

"You teleported?"

She pointed toward the door.

"Then let me use my imaginary telekinesis to throw you out of my house."

Bral sighed.

"Ma'am, please try to understand what I'm trying to tell you."

"You're not making any sense."

"Fine," Rosaline replied. "You have exactly five minutes. Say whatever you want."

She held up her phone.

"I've already dialed the emergency number. Look."

"If you make even one suspicious move, I'll send my live location along with a message saying I'm in danger. So don't get any funny ideas."

Bral nodded politely.

"I'm not that kind of person."

"I'd like to sit down and explain everything."

"No."

She pointed toward the wall.

"You stay there."

"I'll stay here."

"I want at least ten meters between us."

"As you wish, ma'am."

He smiled again.

"Bral."

"I know that's your name."

"Yes," he replied. "I hope you'll remember it."

"And why should I?"

"Because... I'm your handler."

"...Excuse me?"

"My handler?"

"If you encounter any problems while using this coin, you'll need to contact me."

Rosaline fell silent.

She decided to listen.

At this point, she was convinced he had completely lost his mind.

Bral smiled to himself.

He wasn't surprised.

Before Rosaline, three other people had reacted exactly the same way.

Every time he introduced the coin, people thought he was insane. No matter how honestly he explained it, nobody believed him until they experienced its power for themselves.

One man had even grabbed him by the collar, called him a madman, and threatened to send him to a mental hospital.

Yet somehow...

Bral had always managed to convince them.

After all, he had a mission.

His target was to find ten people willing to use the coin.

Rosaline was his fourth.

Victim?

Yes.

Because only Bral knew what kind of journey awaited her... and what terrifying people she would meet after accepting the coin.

He held up the golden coin.

"This coin allows time travel."

He paused.

"Or, to be more accurate... dimensional travel."

"Dimensional travel?"

Rosaline tilted her head.

Now she was actually interested.

Not because she believed him...

But because she wanted to hear just how ridiculous his story would become before she called the police and threw him out.

Bral continued,

"You know about the multiverse, don't you?"

"Yes."

"There are countless worlds where different versions of the same people live different lives."

"Exactly."

He smiled.

"This coin was created using that very principle."

"With it, you can travel across the multiverse..."

"...find your husband..."

"...and marry him again."

Rosaline stared at him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"You can go."

"So..."

"Do you want to?"

For the first time that night, Rosaline laughed.

"You really have an incredible imagination, Mister."

"Please," Bral sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"You're the fourth person to react like this."

He opened a briefcase and handed her several files.

"Look."

Rosaline flipped through them.

"So?"

"Did you steal these from a bank?"

She laughed.

Bral shook his head.

"These people came from different countries."

"They all had different lives."

"But each of them lost the person they loved."

"They traveled to another universe..."

"Found the person they loved alive..."

"And when they returned to their own world..."

"The tragedy that had taken their loved one never happened."

He looked directly into Rosaline's eyes.

"We only interfere with unnatural deaths."

"Accidents."

"Murders."

"Diseases that cut someone's life short."

"But people who live long, peaceful lives and die naturally..."

He slowly shook his head.

"We never disturb their fate."

Episode 3 – Love-Struck Fool

After hearing everything Bral had told her, Rosaline felt as though she were dreaming.

None of this could possibly be real.

For a moment, she wondered if she was hallucinating.

She let out a small laugh.

"No... I'm perfectly fine."

She looked at the man standing in front of her.

"But I'm pretty sure he's the one who's completely out of his mind."

Bral sighed.

"No, I'm not crazy. And no, I don't use anything that clouds my mind. I'm simply telling you the truth."

He continued his explanation.

"Ma'am, with this coin, you can travel across the multiverse."

"You'll find your husband."

"You'll fall in love again."

"You'll marry him."

"Then you'll move on to the next universe... and then the next."

"This cycle will continue until you've completed seven universes."

"After the seventh one, you'll return to your own universe."

He looked at her with complete seriousness.

"And you'll finally be able to live happily with your husband."

Rosaline remained silent.

Bral continued,

"We know how your husband died."

"We know how deeply the two of you loved each other."

"That's exactly why I came to find you."

He smiled faintly.

"My second customer was just like you."

"She loved her husband more than anything."

"The moment I explained the coin to her, she didn't even let me finish."

He chuckled.

"She grabbed my hand and asked, 'Really? Can I go right now? Can I flip the coin and find my husband?'"

"She kept begging me."

"I tried to explain that there were rules... precautions... and risks."

"But she wouldn't listen."

"'I don't care about the risks,' she said."

"'I just want my husband back.'"

Bral looked at Rosaline.

"I think your love for your husband is just as strong."

Rosaline folded her arms.

"And by the way..."

Bral smiled.

"My name is Bral."

Rosaline groaned.

"Again?"

"Why do you keep repeating your name?"

He laughed.

"Because that's how you'll remember it."

Then he frowned dramatically.

"My previous customer never remembered."

"He kept calling me 'Braddy.'"

Rosaline couldn't help but smile.

"So..."

"How do I use this coin?"

"It's simple."

"Just flip it."

"The moment you do, you'll enter the first universe."

"I'll communicate with you through telepathy."

"My voice will appear in your mind."

"I'll guide you."

"I'll also make sure your identity naturally fits into that universe."

"After that..."

He shrugged.

"The rest depends entirely on you."

"You'll have to make your husband fall in love with you all over again."

Rosaline laughed.

"Right."

"I understand."

The truth was...

She didn't believe a single word.

Rosaline had always been a realist.

She believed in facts, not fantasies.

To her, Bral sounded like a man with an incredibly vivid imagination.

Bral cleared his throat.

"Oh, and one more thing."

"If you experience any problems while traveling, contact me immediately."

Rosaline raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of problems?"

"Well..."

He scratched his head.

"Sometimes the transportation isn't... perfect."

She narrowed her eyes.

"What does that mean?"

"For example..."

"Very rarely, someone might arrive with only part of their body transported at first."

Rosaline stared at him.

"...Excuse me?"

"My leg?"

"My arm?"

Bral laughed nervously.

"It happened once."

"Not with one of my customers."

"One of my colleague's customers."

"It has never happened to me."

He smiled proudly.

"My three customers were very lucky."

Rosaline slowly took a step backward.

"So you're telling me..."

"I might lose a leg?"

"No! No!"

"I promise that won't happen."

Then...

He gave her an awkward grin.

Unfortunately...

That smile only convinced Rosaline that something terrible was definitely going to happen.

How could anyone trust a man who broke into your house and started talking about multiverses?

She sighed.

"What about my parents?"

"My neighbors?"

"What happens if I suddenly disappear?"

Bral answered calmly.

"Don't worry."

"Time works differently."

"The moment you leave this universe, time here will stop for you."

"When you finish one universe, you'll return to this exact room at this exact moment."

"And after completing all seven universes..."

"You'll return here once more."

He looked toward the empty bed.

"And this time..."

"Your husband will be sleeping right there."

Rosaline looked at the bed.

For a brief moment...

She wanted to believe him.

Even if it was only false hope.

She slowly reached out...

...and took the golden coin into her hand.

"So..."

"How exactly does it work?"

Bral smiled and showed her several videos on his phone of previous travelers using the coin.

"It's easy."

"Just flip it..."

"...and your journey into the first universe will begin."