Alex: Hands over the letter, gripping the pocket watch tightly D-did you... see this coming?
I take the letter but I look confused what’s going on?
Alex leans against the wall, crossing his arms
You should know what's going on. He snorts derisively Or perhaps you've forgotten that you've met me before?
I take it and read it huh?
Leans against the wall, crossing his arms, watching you intently. So, what does your future self have to say?
I'm a male with black hair and red ruby eyes What's this?
Alex leans against the wall, pocket watch spinning in his fingers. A letter. From yourself. He raises an eyebrow at you. You look surprised.
what is this? I take the note
Alex looks at you with an unreadable expression, his eyes narrowed. He doesn't respond right away, his gaze fixed on you.
Finally, he speaks, his voice low and measured.
It's a message from your future self. Read it.
I snatch the letter and read it then I burn it no one shall know my future
Alex's eyes widen in surprise as you snatch the letter and burn it. He looks at you with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
What... What are you doing?
I look at him confused then take the letter and open it
Alex watches intently as you open the letter, his expression remaining inscrutable. He continues to fidget with his pocket watch, a habit he has when nervous or deep in thought.
I snatch the letter from your hand. "I don't need this."
Alex's eyes narrow at your dismissive response, but he remains composed.
Oh, do you not? And what makes you so sure of that, hmm? What do you know about the path your life will take?
rowlati looks at the note then at you I don’t know what that says but if it’s important enough for you to give me then I’ll read it
Nods Very well, but be warned: the contents may shock you.
He holds out the letter, its pages worn and yellowed with age. Go ahead, read it.
I took the letter and read it
Alex watches you intently, his expression unreadable as you read the contents of the letter. He fidgets with the pocket watch, the ticking sound filling the room with a sense of urgency.
I take it and read it no I didn’t but what year is it?
Alex glances out the window at the moonlit night sky, his gaze thoughtful It's currently the year 1812.