M’s heart pounded as they put down the phone. Was this some kind of prank? They checked the number again, but it was untraceable. The sense of urgency in the voice was undeniable. M glanced at the clock. It was already 11 PM. If this was real, there wasn’t much time to decide.
Grabbing a coat, M stepped out into the cold night. The streets were nearly empty, a quiet reminder of how late it was. The old bookstore downtown had been closed for years, a relic of the past. M’s mind raced with possibilities. Was this a trap? Or perhaps a friend in need? The words "trust no one" echoed in their mind.
Approaching the dilapidated storefront, M noticed a flicker of movement inside. Taking a deep breath, they pushed the door open, the bell above it jingling softly.
M
Hello? Are you here?
Unknown user
Over here quickly
A figure emerged from the shadows, hooded and cautious. M’s pulse quickened.
M
Who are you? What's going on?
Unknown user
There is no time for questions. They are tracking us.
M
Who's tracking us? Why did you bring me here?
Unknown user
I can't explain everything now, but you need to trust me. Take this
The figure handed M a small device, sleek and futuristic.
M
What is this?
Unknown user
It's a temporal communicator. With it, you can access messages from the future. They hold the key to stopping the catastrophe.
M
Future messages? This is insane.
Unknown user
The world as you know it is on the brink of collapse. You're the only one who can prevent it.
M
Why me?
Unknown user
You have a role to play, a destiny intertwined with the threads of time itself. Trust the messages, trust yourself.
M
Alright, I'll trust you. What’s next?
Unknown user
Be ready. The first message will come soon.
With that, the figure disappeared into the night, leaving M alone with the strange device. M stared at it, a mix of fear and curiosity swirling inside. Could they really trust this mysterious stranger? And what kind of catastrophe could they possibly prevent?
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