The room was quiet.
Too quiet for a resort that loud.
Takeru had fallen asleep without noticing when it happened.
No dreams. No transition. Just darkness snapping shut like a door.
Now—
light.
Warm. Late morning light.
He blinked slowly.
Sat up.
Something felt off immediately.
Not danger.
Not pressure.
Just… wrong.
Like a missing piece he couldn't name yet.
Takeru reached for his phone.
Unlocked it.
Paused.
"…Huh."
He checked again.
"…No."
Yuji's voice echoed faintly from memory—like a conversation that should've been recent.
Yuji Itadori
Then Megumi.
Megumi Fushiguro
Then the plane.
The "thirty days."
Takeru stood up.
Slowly.
Walked to the window.
Pulled the curtain aside.
The resort was still there.
Same ocean.
Same brightness.
But it didn't feel like the same moment anymore.
He looked back at the phone.
"…October 27th."
Silence.
Ten seconds passed.
Then another ten.
Takeru didn't move.
He just stared at the date like it might change if he looked long enough.
Fred's voice wasn't there this time.
No sign.
No joke.
Just absence.
Finally—
Takeru spoke quietly to himself.
"…That's not right."
Outside, the ocean kept moving like nothing had changed.
But inside the room—
the timeline had already shifted without asking permission.