He didn't remember how it started—only that it never really stopped.
The first time Kairos woke up in a new world, he thought it was a dream. He wandered, helped someone, and then the world shimmered like mist and pulled him away. Over time, he learned not to ask too many questions. The answers never came. All he had was a strange compass-shaped device that pulsed when someone was in need and glowed when it was time to move on.
He wasn't a hero. He wasn't chosen. He was just... there when people needed someone. A hand in the dark. A laugh when things got too heavy. A reminder that someone still cared.
And then the compass pulsed again.
The compass showed up one day in his hands. No instructions, no warnings. Just a slow pulse and a tug in his chest, like a whisper he couldn't ignore.
Over time, he stopped trying to make sense of it. Some worlds needed warriors. Some needed comfort. Some just needed someone to listen. And Kairos? He became the one who walked between.