Synopsis
I couldn’t attend the funeral of someone who felt like family to me.
Maybe it was because I had spent my time in the industry picking fights with writers, directors, and fellow actors without discrimination.
But then, something like a demon appeared before me.
[The current year is December 25, 2047.]
[Your remaining lifespan is 23 years.]
[A transaction is being proposed.]
[In exchange for consuming the executor’s life,]
[would you like to move to a random point in the past?]
No matter how I thought about it, in the end, they were the only ones who truly loved me.
Those people who had passed away—my so-called “fake family.”
I decided to start over from the very beginning.
There was no reason to hesitate. I wanted to save them—those who left too soon.
And above all,
I wanted to act again, something I had always longed for.
[The transaction has been completed!]
[The current date is June 6, 2025.]
[Remaining lifespan: 15 years, 6 months, 18 days.]
I went back to being sixteen years old, having made a deal that would end my life at thirty-two.
