APRIL 11th, 3
Jin had somehow turned back time.
How he did this, he really didn't know. Whatever happened, all he knew was he was scared shitless. April 11th had come three days in a row. And all he remembered was that somebody had died on each of those days. As he woke up, he pondered how the fuck he got in his situation. In the exact same room, in the exact same bed, in the exact same clothes, in the exact same day, down to the millisecond, as the past two days before. He groaned and looked outside. Despite the friendly neighborhood, and the nice house and area, he felt like he didn't belong in the new apartment. It was too fake, and artificial - nothing he did felt like it had any real meaning. At least, until three days ago today, when he had accidentally killed someone. The worst part was, he didn't know who had died, or how he killed them. He had no knowledge of what to do to change what had happened, not even the person's name or face. But maybe he could avoid a repeat situation. He decided to stay home.