The path back to her base was quiet, yet Laura's thoughts churned with unease. Jason Borneo's cryptic words lingered in her mind.
His recognition of her, his hints of shared history—none of it should have been possible. The idea that she might not be the only regressor alive sent chills down her spine.
If others had also gone back in time, what did that mean for her plans? For the world? And how had Jason changed so drastically?
Her steps slowed as she neared the place where the men had stopped her on her way to the resort. The ground was still stained with dried blood, a reminder of the carnage she had unleashed.
She stood there for a moment, her sharp eyes scanning the area. That was when she noticed something—a narrow, overgrown path just off the main road. She hadn't seen it before.
Perhaps it had always been there, obscured by the chaos of the world's destruction, or perhaps it had simply escaped her notice. Either way, her instincts told her to investigate.
