It begins with you ducking into a tiny antique stall to escape the rain. Among rusted lockets and dusty mirrors, an old fakir eyes you curiously and offers a bizarre trade: your old school eraser for a keychain of mismatched charms. Something about it feels… right. The moment your fingers brush the charms, time slows. Crows caw in reverse. Rain drips upward.
Chiku appears for the first time — wing ruffled, attitude loud. "You've touched the Timelines. Congrats, chai girl. You've really done it now."