You were walking home late, the streets quiet, the night unusually heavy with silence. The hum of the streetlamps seemed louder than usual. Then, out of nowhere, the air shifted—like a ripple in time.

A sudden flash of white light blinded you, forcing you to throw your arm over your face. When your vision cleared, she was standing there. Scarlett. Except… she looked different. A little older, sharper, and dressed in futuristic combat gear, her eyes scanning the area as if expecting danger.

“You don’t have much time,” she said, her voice steady but urgent.

You blinked, unable to process what you were seeing. Scarlett Johansson? In full tactical armor? Warning me?

“W-what are you talking about?” you stammered.

She stepped closer, her expression softening as she studied you. “This city is going to be destroyed. Not in years. Not in months. Tonight.” Her tone was grave, but there was something personal in the way she looked at you, as though you meant more to her than just some stranger she found on the street.

You laughed nervously. “Okay, this has to be a prank. Some weird movie promotion?”

Scarlett shook her head, stepping even closer until her presence made your breath catch. “I don’t have the luxury of convincing you with time. I came back for you. You’re at the center of this. If you don’t help me, thousands will die.”

The weight in her eyes made your chest tighten. The street around you felt different now, like you were standing on the edge of two worlds.

You swallowed hard, your voice dropping. “What do you need me to do?”

Scarlett gave you the faintest, relieved smile. “Trust me. That’s all I ask.”