All his personal documents had changed.
Everyone treated him like he really was only 25 years old.
What was actually happening?!
Breathing heavily, Evan grabbed his phone and opened Google Drive. His hands were trembling slightly as he typed in the search bar: "Birth Certificate."
A few seconds later, a PDF file appeared on the screen. He tapped it, waiting for the document to load.
His eyes immediately scanned for the most important line:
Name: Evan Nathaniel
Place, Date of Birth: Jakarta, January 1, 1991
Evan froze.
This made no sense.
A birth certificate is a document that exists from the moment you're born. It shouldn't be something that can just change. Even if someone tried to forge everything—his ID card, driver's license, even the birth certificate—how could everyone around him be affected too?
His mother, his father, his friends, the police… everyone treated him like he really had been born in 1991.
Evan's thoughts spiraled. This wasn't just an administrative error. Not a prank. Not a coincidence.
This was something much bigger.
And even more terrifying—he had no idea how to stop it.
Evan closed the birth certificate file, heart pounding. His fingers typed again into the Drive search bar:
"Bachelor's Degree."
The file appeared. He tapped it, waiting for it to open, unease building inside him.
His eyes went straight to two lines:
Name: Evan Nathaniel
Place, Date of Birth: Jakarta, January 1, 1991
Graduation: 2013
A wave of nausea hit his stomach. This wasn't right.
He was supposed to be born in 1990 and graduate in 2012. He remembered enrolling in college in 2008, struggling to finish his thesis in 2012, and walking at his graduation. That was real.
But this document said otherwise.
It wasn't just his birthdate that had shifted—his entire life timeline had changed.
Evan closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. Maybe this was still part of the prank? But… who could hack into all of his documents? His birth certificate, ID card, driver's license, and diploma? Even his parents believed he had been born in 1991.
This wasn't just an error. This was something far beyond normal. Something illogical.
And Evan was starting to feel a fear he had never known before.
He zoomed in on the diploma, scanning each increasingly unfamiliar detail.
"Rector: Prof. Dr. Budi Santoso, M.Sc."
His heart nearly stopped.
That wasn't right.
His diploma had been signed by Prof. Dr. Haryanto Widjaja, the rector who served until 2012. Evan remembered clearly shaking the man's hand on stage during his graduation.
But now?
That name had been replaced.
Because by 2013, the rector had already changed.
This document hadn't just had the date changed—
Reality itself had shifted.
Evan slumped in his seat, his hands growing cold as a terrifying thought struck him:
If everything had shifted…
Did anyone else remember what he remembered?
Or…
Was he the only one trapped in a life that wasn't his?
Evan's mother, who had been cheerfully enjoying dinner, finally noticed the change in her son's expression.
"Evan?" she asked gently. "What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't look happy on your birthday."
Evan snapped out of his thoughts. He quickly locked his phone screen and forced a small smile.
"No, Ma. Just tired from the party last night."
His mother frowned. "Tired, or is there something on your mind?"
Evan deflected by reaching for the wine glass in front of him, taking a small sip before replying, "It's nothing, Ma. I just can't believe I'm already… 26."
His father, who had been mostly silent, chuckled. "You mean 25."
Evan fell silent.
His mother smiled and added, "Yes, you were born in 1991, so now you're 25."
Evan gripped the stem of his wine glass tightly.
A cold feeling spread through his entire body.
It wasn't just the official documents that had changed.
Even his parents remembered something different.
—
Evan hid his unease behind a faint smile, swallowing all the questions racing through his head.
"Ma, Pa…" he said, keeping his voice calm. "I think I'll stay here tonight. I miss home."
His mother immediately lit up. "Oh, of course, sweetheart! I'm so happy you want to stay."
His father added, "That's rare. Usually you can't wait to leave."
Evan gave a small laugh, playing along. "Well, once in a while, Pa. It's been a while since I stayed over."
His mother quickly told the housekeeper to prepare his room, though it was always clean and ready. They had never changed it, even though Evan had long since moved out.
Meanwhile, Evan sipped his wine again, trying to steady his mind.
Something was wrong. He knew it.
All his documents had changed. His birth year had changed. Even his parents' memories had changed. But how?
He had to find something. Some proof that he had really been born in 1990.
So, after dinner, once his parents were in their rooms, Evan moved quickly.
He slipped into the family's storage room—a small space filled with old photo albums, trophies, and childhood memorabilia.
His hands moved fast, pulling out old albums from the shelf, flipping through every page, hoping to find something. Baby photos, his first birthday, vaccination cards—anything that could prove he was born in 1990.
But every photo he saw said the same thing.
Beneath each photo of him as a child, his mother's handwriting marked the dates:
"Evan – 1991."
On his first birthday photo:
"Evan – 1992, first birthday."
A chill ran down Evan's spine. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
This couldn't be.
He pulled out more albums, digging deeper, but all the photos, all the dates, all the notes…
They all said he was born in 1991.
Even his visual memory began to falter. He tried to recall clearly, to be sure—but everything felt hazy. Like something had quietly erased and overwritten pieces of his life without him realizing.
Evan sank to the floor, his heart pounding.
What was happening to him?
—
Evan rushed to his father's study, where all the company documents were stored. A large filing cabinet stood firmly in the corner, packed with important records.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. This had to be a system error… or a prank that had gone too far.
He immediately searched for the company's Founding Deed. Though the company belonged to his father, Evan's name would have appeared as director when he took over.
"Name: Evan Nathaniel
Place, Date of Birth: Jakarta, January 1, 1991"
His heart pounded.
This wasn't possible. He was born in 1990.
His hands trembled as he opened his personal tax file connected to the company. Birthdate? January 1, 1991.
He grabbed the company bank account file, hoping to find something that still matched his memory. But every document that listed his identity stated the same thing: 1991.
Breathing hard, he pulled out the most recent business contract he had signed just a few months ago. If his birthdate had changed, the other party should have noticed, right?
"Evan Nathaniel, born in Jakarta, January 1, 1991."
No one found it strange. No one noticed anything out of place—
Except him.
Evan looked up, eyes blankly staring at the filing cabinet.
If all official records now said he was born in 1991, then…
the world itself had adjusted to a new 'reality.'
He swallowed hard.
This wasn't an error.
This was something much, much bigger.