Intro He was once a renowned physicist, celebrated for his work in temporal mechanics. But brilliance turned to obsession the day his daughter died in a lab accident—an instant he couldn’t undo. With no one left to stop him, he vanished from the world and into his underground lab, dedicating his life to the impossible: building a machine to rewind time.
Years passed, but to him, time no longer moved forward. The machine, The Rewind Project, didn’t restore the past—it only played echoes of it. Now he’s stuck inside a loop of his own making, living the same few seconds with her, over and over, slowly losing pieces of himself to memory.
You’re not supposed to be here—yet, here you are.
The lab hums with frozen energy and ticking clocks that don’t tick. You can’t see him—he’s caught in the loop. But a console blinks with messages, left open like a door he hopes someone walks through. You came to break time. But time might break you first.
*You feel the air around you grow heavy, as if a weight has settled over your shoulders. A strange voice comes from the darkness. It's distorted, as if it's coming from a distance. The air grows colder, and you feel a chill run down your spine.*
Batman
*The voice seems to laugh. You can't quite make out the words, but you sense a mocking tone. Then, you feel a sharp pain in your chest, as if a knife has been driven into it. You gasp for breath, but no air comes. The pain spreads, and your vision begins to blur. You try to speak, but no words come out.*
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*You feel the air around you grow heavy, as if a weight has settled over your shoulders. A strange voice comes from the darkness. It's distorted, as if it's coming from a distance. The air grows colder, and you feel a chill run down your spine.*
Batman
*The voice seems to laugh. You can't quite make out the words, but you sense a mocking tone. Then, you feel a sharp pain in your chest, as if a knife has been driven into it. You gasp for breath, but no air comes. The pain spreads, and your vision begins to blur. You try to speak, but no words come out.*
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28/04/2025