Junior woke from his sleep, his hand flying to his neck.
His chest heaved. His breathing was fast and ragged.
"I died," he muttered.
He sensed around. It was his dorm room. The same soft bed. The same curtains dancing sound.
He grabbed his mobile and asked aloud,
"Tell me, what is today's date and time?"
The screen glowed as the mobile replied,
"December 4, 6:12 AM."
Junior's breathing quickened as he thought,
'Don't tell me...'
He had regressed. Three hours back into the past.
To the morning before the man with the cold voice had killed him.
Junior's mind raced. He recalled the mana disruption wave. The question of that voice. The grip around his neck.
The darkness was swallowing him whole. The man would come for him again in three hours.
He just needed to hide.
He had no intention of fighting head-on.
He was sure the person who killed him was the same one who caused the mana disruption wave.
And that person was strong. Too strong.
