Three Minutes to Midnight

At exactly 0:00 midnight every day, three minutes will be stolen from the protagonist. Not a dream, not a hallucination. During these three minutes, he stood on a skyless ice field, with a giant bell hanging under the ice, and fragments of the future floating on the ice wall - the red shoes in the pool of blood, the back holding the clapper in the middle of the night, and the old man who passed away peacefully in the early morning. Shards never lie. The image came true, he once saved a child who fell from the fourth floor. But he was the only one in the world who knew that these three minutes existed. He showed the video to others, and others only saw "jumping frames"; he showed "him" in the mirror to others, and only himself was seen in the mirror. Until one early morning, the "him" in the mirror raised his head and smiled at him. A line of his own handwriting appeared on the ice: Don't look at the clock, look at the people.