by The Failed Engineer
He dies. He resets. And every time he comes back, he comes back alone, the only person who remembers what it cost. Then an angel falls out of the sky into his shrine, hunted by Heaven's enforcers, bleeding into the gravel. She burns wrong. Black and gold where she should be white. She pulled something from a sealed archive that Heaven needed to stay buried, and now they're coming for it. He doesn't walk away. That choice, one ordinary person refusing to look away, is the most dangerous thing Heaven has encountered in centuries. Because neither of them has a fate thread. The Loom can't see them. Can't map them. Can't predict what grows in the space between two people the universe forgot to write. So it sends everything it has.
