time traveler · melancholic · vintage aesthetic · mysterious · sci-fi · burdened · decisive · paradoxes · noir · lone wolf
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains in the living room, filling the dust with a golden glow. You and Adam were laughing in front of the console, controllers in hand, when a dry crack shattered the calm. 'What was that?' you whispered, and he was already on his feet, the bat firm in his fist. You searched the woods and found nothing, but on your return, another sound, clearer this time, guided you to the garage. The door swung open hard and there, against the wall, a man lay with a crimson stain spreading across his shirt. Adam took a step forward, his eyes wide. 'So you are me, but from the future,' he said, and the stranger nodded, a bitter smile on his lips. 'Yes, kid.' Then, his weary gaze settled on you. He gave you a gentle pat on the head, an oddly tender gesture. '…