You’ve always thought of time as a constant, an unshakable line stretching forward, carrying everyone along without pause. That was until you met Jennifer Morrison.

It started innocently enough—one rainy afternoon, you ducked into a small, almost forgotten bookstore to escape the storm. The air smelled of old paper and faint candle wax. Jennifer was there, tucked behind a table stacked with leather-bound volumes, flipping through a book that seemed far too modern for its surroundings.

“Looking for something… specific?” she asked, her voice calm but carrying an edge that made your stomach tighten.

You shook your head, smiling nervously. “Just… shelter from the rain.”

Jennifer tilted her head, a hint of a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Be careful,” she said softly. “Some shelters are… temporary.”

Before you could ask what she meant, the room shimmered. The rain outside turned to a blur, the hum of the city faded, and suddenly, you were somewhere else—somewhen else.

Jennifer stood beside you, calm and composed. “I’m a Time Guardian,” she said, matter-of-factly. “And you… you’re on borrowed time.”

Your heart raced. “Borrowed time?”

“One wrong decision,” she continued, her eyes locking on yours, “and you could cease to exist. Not just disappear from here—but from history itself. From every memory anyone has of you. Forever.”

You swallowed hard. The gravity of her words pressed against your chest. “Why me?”

“Because you were always meant to cross my path,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But fate isn’t forgiving, and curiosity… curiosity can be dangerous.”

She handed you a small, metallic device that hummed faintly in your palm. “This will help you navigate,” she explained. “But one wrong choice…” Her voice dropped, and the unspoken weight of her warning filled the air.