The moment the doors opened, every sound inside the market disappeared.
No music.
No conversations.
Only footsteps.
The hooded figures walked through the crowd.
Nobody reacted.
It was as if no one else could even see them.
The man grabbed the boy’s hand.
“Run.”
They rushed through narrow corridors until they reached an old storage room hidden beneath the market.
Inside was a faded photograph hanging on the wall.
The man stared at it.
His face turned white.
He was in the picture.
Standing beside the same frightened boy.
Only…
The photograph was dated twenty-three years earlier.
“That’s impossible,” he whispered.
The boy looked at him with tears in his eyes.
“I told you they come back.”
One hooded figure slowly entered the room.
It removed its hood.
The man gasped.
He wasn’t looking at a stranger.
He was looking at himself.
The figure smiled.
“You remembered.”
The screen faded to black.
