The Message That Wasn't Meant to Exist
At exactly 11:59 PM, Liam's phone vibrated.
Unknown Number:
"You don't have much time. I'm you—from tomorrow."
Liam laughed at first. A prank, obviously. But the next message froze him.
"Check your left wrist. The scar you don't remember getting."
His breath stopped.
There it was—a thin red scar, fresh, burning slightly.
Liam had no memory of it.
Before he could reply, the clock struck midnight.
The number disappeared.