Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
An endless haze of uncertainty.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
As the rain pours, you try to piece together a confusing mist of intertwined past, present, and future.
Unable to be controlled, unable to be foretold.
Time advances and, as a result of your actions, so do they.
It’s run or get caught. Unless change is stimulated, they will come for you.
And when that happens, not even destiny will be able to save you.
At this point, destiny is irrelevant.
So what’ll be?
What’s done is done.
But what can be done now… is up to you.
They’re here. Stop wasting time.
You’re already soaked.