Every day, millions of people wake up, yawn displeasedly, and go cook their breakfast. Cities awaken, the first cars appear on the streets... Every day, someone beyond our understanding winds the clock, and time begins to move. Usually we don’t think about how and why life begins to move: the sun rises - and that’s enough. But then everything would be too simple. One such morning, along with the whole world, Glion-Berdutto, an ordinary average teenager, opened his eyes. I went to school, ran into problems there, decided to run away, and... I accidentally found a tablet. A tablet, where his name, surname, biography up to this moment were written on the main screen... And the date of death, tomorrow. (The work is very old and there are a lot of errors, but sooner or later I will return to it again).