Inexplicably, he traveled to an alternate history and was woken up by the rain from a pile of dead people. The memory stays in the time when my boyfriend and I were preparing to do something without being ashamed. Where is this? Why is the time-traveled body in this mass grave? I want to go back, but how did I get here? How to go back? How should I behave in this unknown place? I didn't expect that the identity of the body I occupied after traveling through time would be so amazing, nor did I expect that this little body would endure so much torture. I didn't expect that this body would die because of its identity, but I would live because of my identity. As time went by, while I was working hard to survive, I slowly slowed down in missing my boyfriend and no longer worried about staying in this world forever. Fortune plays tricks on people, destiny, or going against destiny?