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Alexander Holmes is immortal—bound to time, yet lost within it. When a scientist vanishes during a dangerous experiment, time fractures, and reality begins to unravel. Hunted by a shadowy creature and haunted by his forgotten past, Alexander must uncover the secret behind his curse to save her—and possibly all of time itself.

But as time unravels, one truth becomes terrifyingly clear:
He was never just a witness to history—he was its trigger.

The Timebound

A mechanical one—not from lungs, but from machines remembering pain.

Echo Site 3 began to tremble. Screens flickered with reversed imagery, time looped in jagged flicks, and the red servers Dr. Hartmann had warned about began to pulse with mirrored symbols.

> INITIATING: LAST ROUND – GLOBAL LINK SYNC

QUERY: FIRST PLAYER STATUS – ACTIVE

"Run," she said quietly. "You brought it here."

Mirror-drones spilled from the upper ducts—slender, humanoid constructs made of black glass and steel. Their faces were full reflections, constantly shifting between Alexander's face, Mira's, and dozens of others—crying, laughing, screaming.

Alexander grabbed Mira's hand and pulled her into the lower corridors as Hartmann held them off, rerouting power surges through the servers. Her last words echoed through the speaker systems as the hallway exploded behind them.

> "Find the First Player. They were the only one it couldn't control. Code name: Sable."

An escape tunnel opened into a frozen riverbed, and Mira activated her embedded tracker relay. Within minutes, a drone signal intercepted them—this time, not hostile.

A man's voice—aged, ragged with time and trauma.

> "If you're hearing this… it means the Game has initiated Echo Sync. That's the last round.

I'm Sable. I played the first prototype. I survived.

But I didn't win. I just… left."

> "I was never supposed to be the player. I was the bait.

The Game needed someone to resist it, to anchor the rules.

But I broke it. I ran. I took something it wanted—and now it can't fully awaken until it finishes what it started."

> "Find me. I'm off the grid. Antarctica.

You'll know where—when the ice starts to bleed."

Alexander stood still beneath the half-collapsed sky. The world had become a machine for memory—every mirror, every surface, every screen now a hunting ground.

Alexander stared at the frozen horizon, at the streaks of red light in the sky, like fractures in time.

"Or he's our only chance to win without losing ourselves."

Behind them, drones scoured the cliffs, mimicking their voices, whispering their secrets—taunting them with memories they hadn't spoken aloud.

The Mirror Game had rewritten history before.

Now it wanted to finish rewriting them.

And the only person who had ever beaten it… was hiding in the coldest place on Earth.