The early morning light filtered through the curtains of Adrian's small apartment, casting long shadows across the room. It was quiet, the city outside still in its pre-dawn stillness. The air was cool, but not chilly—just enough to feel fresh as the sun began to rise.
Adrian sat at his desk, hunched over his textbooks. A half-drunk cup of coffee sat beside a cluttered pile of papers and open notes. His room was lived in, but not particularly neat. The walls were adorned with posters of various sci-fi shows and sports teams, a reflection of his interests. His desk had a few stray items—a forgotten snack wrapper, a few old receipts, and a phone that buzzed occasionally.
Adrian was in his early twenties, with a lean, athletic build, his appearance reflecting his academic nature rather than any interest in extreme sports or physical activity. His dark brown hair was a little messy, as though he'd just rolled out of bed, and his blue eyes held a quiet intensity—always deep in thought, always analyzing. He wore a plain, faded gray T-shirt, paired with comfortable black sweatpants and worn-out sneakers. A hoodie was slung over the back of his chair, though he wasn't wearing it yet. His posture was slightly slouched, his focus entirely on the notes before him.
Zayn, his close friend and roommate, was lounging on the couch in the corner, scrolling through his phone. He had a taller, more muscular frame than Adrian—clearly someone who put more time into physical activity. Zayn's black, spiky hair seemed permanently windswept, and his dark brown skin contrasted with his bright, sharp eyes that always looked like they were ready for whatever came next. He had a confident, almost cocky smile, and his expression was always full of energy, unlike Adrian's more contemplative demeanor. He wore a tight-fitting, black athletic T-shirt, paired with dark joggers, and his sneakers looked brand new—ready to move at any given moment. Despite his active nature, Zayn had a laid-back attitude about most things.
Adrian's thoughts drifted briefly to the future. He was just a year away from graduation, uncertain about what would come next. Would he continue his studies? Would he get that job he'd been eyeing for months? Or would he remain stuck in the cycle of academics and uncertainty? A sigh escaped his lips as he absentmindedly rubbed his temples.
Zayn looked up from his phone. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice easygoing but with a hint of concern.
Adrian nodded, giving a weak smile. "Yeah, just... you know. Same old stuff."
Zayn chuckled and leaned back into the couch. "You know, you could take a break from all this. We still have a lot of time."
Adrian didn't respond immediately. He just stared out the window, watching the first few rays of sunlight break through the skyline. It felt like an ordinary morning, the type of day where nothing out of the ordinary ever happened.
And then, a sensation—a sharp tug, like something was pulling at the very fabric of his reality.
Adrian blinked and rubbed his eyes. Zayn froze, a strange look crossing his face. Neither of them said anything at first, unsure of what was happening. The moment seemed to stretch on, thick with unease.
Then it happened.
The world around them seemed to shimmer. The sounds of the city faded. The very air seemed to bend, pulling them in different directions. Adrian's heart skipped a beat as the ground beneath him seemed to ripple, like the world was folding itself in on itself.
Before either of them could react, everything went black.
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