Kai couldn't breathe.
The streetlight flickered.
The rain hadn't started yet.
Lina stood beside him—alive.
Smiling.
"Oi! You're doing that thing again."
Her voice.
The same.
Exactly the same.
Kai staggered back.
"No… no, no—"
"What's wrong with you?" she frowned.
He looked at his hands.
No blood.
No cuts.
No pain.
But he remembered it.
Every second.
Every scream.
Every piece of rubble crushing down.
"…you died," he whispered.
Lina blinked. "Wow. That's a terrible joke."
"I saw it," his voice shook. "You were trapped—I tried to—"
That sound.
Low.
Wrong.
It echoed again.
Kai froze.
Not again.
Not again.
"...Kai?" Lina said slowly.
"Run."
"What?"
"RUN!"