Kang Ji-hoon stepped into the cold morning.
Concrete. Cars. Office crowd.
But he felt like a ghost.
Like the city was watching him.
He turned around—
nothing.
Just his own shadow
trailing him
too closely.
The subway reeked of metal and stale breath.
He leaned against the door.
Watched the city blur by.
But it felt like it was moving backward.
At the café, he gave his name.
"Kang Ji-hoon."
The barista smiled.
"Here you go."
His name was on the cup.
It felt like proof.
He existed.
Warm coffee.
One sip.
Still cold inside.
He arrived at work.
Everyone avoided his gaze.
Then his boss stormed in.
"Ji-hoon. What did you tell the client yesterday?"
Same question.
Same tone.
Ji-hoon blinked.
Déjà vu.
"I wasn't here yesterday."
"You said we'd redo everything. We have the notes."
The team leader tossed the printed summary on the table.
Date: Sunday, February 23.
Speaker: Kang Ji-hoon.
He read his own words:
"Let's rebuild it from scratch."
"Efficiency matters more than pride."
His signature, too.
Impossible.
Lunchtime.
A colleague leaned over.
"You okay?"
Ji-hoon didn't answer.
"You were acting strange yesterday. Left without saying anything."
"I wasn't here yesterday."
The colleague hesitated.
"You were. Said something like, 'I have to do it again.'"
Again?
Again what?
The napkin.
The reflection.
The call.
All of it pointed to one thing—
Sunday had happened.
He just didn't remember it.
And maybe… he wasn't the one living it.
→ [To be continued in Episode 3]
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