I ignore my fatigue and pull myself out of bed. It wasn’t hard to find my way out of the hospital; it was quite small. I look up, and instead of seeing a blue sky, I see the same brown ceiling that I saw in the hospital. That’s strange. Am I underground? I don’t remember living in a place like this. I walk for a short time until a hoarse voice pops up behind me.
“Young’un, you seem to have a strange energy surrounding you.”
I startle, and turn around. An old, veiled woman seemed to be talking to me.
“A strange energy?” I ask.
“Yes. Verrry strange. I have not seen someone like you in all of the Underground. Won’t you come in for a free service?” she asks, pointing towards her small shop. It read, “FORTUNE TELLING” in ominous letters above the door. Before I could refuse, she pushes me into the shop. “Now,” she starts, cracking her knuckles. “I see that you have amnesia.” I step back, alarmed.
“How did you know that?” I ask. Pretty dumb question to ask a Psychic. She chuckles.
“I saw you walk out of the hospital, confused. Lucky guess.”
“… Oh.”
“Now then, I do not want to expend too much of my energy. I have many customers to get to,” she states confidently. The street was deserted. I think I heard crickets. “You can choose between the past or the future. Which will you choose?”
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