"That day… on the 11th of May, the Bus Hijacking Incident happened. I remember being on that bus, taking a reckless chance to be the hero. I wanted to save everyone. But I ended up making a fool of myself, catching the attention of the hijackers.
They ordered me to kneel, forehead on the ground, hands behind my head. I knew it was over. They were going to shoot me. Then something saved me.
It wasn't clear. It was almost like an invisible force surged through the hijacker, severing his limbs in an instant. The hijackers were dead. Just like that.
It was supernatural.
Ever since that day, I started seeing glimpses of the future in my dreams, the crimes that were about to happen.
At first, I thought it was a coincidence. I ignored it for a year. But it's real. Every crime I've seen since that bus… I can see it before it happens.
I've been chosen. Chosen by something, God, fate, the universe, to save people.
And if I don't… who will? If not me… then who?
If not me… then who?
If not me… then who?
If not me… then who?"
Aarav was repeating it to himself in his sleep.
The words rolled through his mind, echoing over and over, He didn't remember when he started saying it, or how long he had been trapped in this belief, but it didn't matter. The words had become a mantra
The room was filled with the sound of the clock…
tick… tock… tick… tock…
Each minute dragged, stretching longer than the last, until the hands froze at 3:03 AM.
Aarav's breath was shallow. His fists clenched under the blanket. He knew what was coming.
Another glimpse. Another crime. Another life hanging in the balance—and this time, he had no idea where, who, or when.
The world around him faded. The walls of his room dissolved into darkness, replaced by fragments of a scene he had not yet lived but somehow already knew.
"Too dark… can't see… anything…?" Aarav muttered to himself in his sleep.
He knew what was coming.
Get ready… see it… focus… he thought, forcing his eyes open in the darkness of his mind.
Suddenly, the scene snapped into place.
He was standing on an open ground. Evening, late evening. The sky was bruised with red and gray.
To his left was the city bank.
To his right was an empty road.
Ahead, maybe thirty meters away, a car… the number plate clear as day.
"Wait… what is going on? Is this… a bank robbery?" he whispered to himself.
BANG!
The bank doors exploded open. A masked man flew out, bag in hand, moving like lightning.
"Stop! Wait! What the—?" Aarav shouted inside his dream, his voice barely registering over the chaos.
The thief sprinted to the car. Aarav's eyes caught the number plate—memorized in an instant.
The masked man jumped in and revved the engine. The car screamed to life, tires spinning against the asphalt.
"No… it's coming this way…?!" Aarav panicked. His legs wouldn't move. He tried to run. Tried to jump aside.
Nothing.
The car barreled straight at him. Time slowed in his mind.
"This can't be happening… I can't—"
The impact hit him like a wave of metal and pain.
And then—he woke up.
Gasping. Sweating. Heart pounding.
"No… no… no…" he whispered, shaking his head. "I saw it… I saw everything… I can't stop it… I didn't even move…"
His fists clenched. Eyes wide.
"If not me… then who?", He muttered to himself... Again.