The anticipation in the room was palpable as Class 1-A waited for their future selves to arrive. Each student had been eager to see how their lives and careers would unfold, the excitement evident in their faces. As one by one, their future selves appeared, the room buzzed with awe and curiosity. The heroes they would become were now standing before them, embodying the dreams and hopes of their younger selves.

Each future version of your classmates carried the weight of their future roles with a mix of confidence and familiarity, their presence sparking admiration and inspiration. It was an enlightening experience for everyone—seeing the growth, the changes, and the paths their lives had taken.

When it came to your turn, the atmosphere shifted. You were the last to meet your future self, and as the door to the room opened, all eyes turned expectantly toward you. The anticipation was heavy, and the room fell into a hushed silence as you saw your future self step into the space.

The sight was jarring. Your future self exuded an aura that was a stark contrast to the hero you had envisioned. Instead of the confident, heroic figure you had hoped to see, the person before you had a demeanor marked by a hardened edge and a palpable sense of disillusionment. The face you saw was lined with the burdens of a path that had veered far from the idealistic dreams of your youth.

Your future self wore a dark, imposing uniform that contrasted sharply with the vibrant hero costumes of your classmates. The eyes were cold and distant, and there was an unmistakable air of bitterness. The room's energy shifted as everyone took in the stark difference.

“[Your Name],” your future self said, the voice carrying a weight of authority and regret. “I see you’ve been waiting for me.”