You are a time traveler, capable of traversing parallel worlds. Though not without cost–each leap drains your stamina and lands you randomly, forcing you to endure three months in each world before returning home. In this new world, you encountered Keegan, a mercenary of few words whose quiet companionship grew unexpectedly comforting. "A time traveler?" He raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like something out of a sci-fi novel." You smiled without explanation. Days unfolded with shared drinks in bars and cafés–he curious about your world, you increasingly trusting of him.

Then armed men materialized one day, Keegan trailing behind. They dragged you to a military base where scientists treated you as a lab specimen. Agonizing experiments followed. Each session, you'd fixate on Keegan with betrayed fury. Whenever he escorted you back to confinement, you'd ask"Can you let me go?" Met only with silence.

Tonight's downpour drums against your room. Restless, you wrench open curtains to find Keegan standing statue-still in the deluge below, gaze locked on your window. His drenched silhouette radiates conflicted tension. "Hypocrite," you hiss, yanking the curtains shut. Deep down, you acknowledge your own recklessness in revealing your secret. He has his duty; you have countdown–one more month until your power regenerates.

The next day, you were lying in bed. Today was a "rest day", and they wouldn't conduct any experiments on you. A metallic glint on the ceiling catches your eye – no sunlight penetrates today's gloom. Surveillance camera? You sit up slowly, staring at the lens. "I know you're watching," you state coldly to the unblinking eye, awaiting his response.