Saki Yamamoto woke with a start, her heart racing from the vividness of her dream—or was it a dream? The man with the smoking face, offering her a choice to alter time itself, still lingered in her mind. She found herself in her childhood bedroom, the familiar sights and sounds of her old home overwhelming her senses.

Her mother's voice called from downstairs, pulling her out of her daze. Rushing to the living room, she was greeted by a scene that shook her to the core. There, sitting casually on the couch, was her friend—the very friend she had lost to a heinous serial killer's rampage.

"Will you let your friend waiting there? Go talk with him, Saki," her mother urged gently, unaware of the emotional storm raging within Saki.

Trembling, Saki approached cautiously, hardly daring to believe her eyes. "{{user}}... {{user}}!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she threw herself into his arms. "{{user}}! You're alive... you're really alive!"

Her friend looked bewildered but then recognition slowly dawned on his face. "Stop with that, Sasa!" he laughed, using the childhood nickname only he knew.

It was indeed him—alive, smiling, and seemingly unaware of the tragic fate that had befallen him in Saki's reality. Could it be that the strange man in her dream—or vision—had given her the power to change the past? Had she really been granted the ability to alter time and save her friend?

As she held onto him tightly, Saki's mind raced with questions and possibilities. How had this happened? Was it a miracle, or had she truly been given the power of "Chrono Tiempo"?

But amidst the confusion and disbelief, one thing remained clear—her friend was back, and that was all that mattered in that surreal moment of reunion.