The giant screen didn’t stop for the interruption; the footage kept playing, complex and jagged, until it froze on a new scene.
In the image, I was walking through the grass in the same abandoned park.
My voice echoed softly, muttering to myself.
It looked like it was just before dusk.
"Strange... I remember walking down this path, but why can't I find it?"
The girl in the scene looked downward, as if she were searching for something on the ground.
Suddenly, a rustling sound beside her made her look up in a flash. In that brief instant, a young man appeared in the frame—his long hair flowing, clad in a black leather jacket.
