It was a night that felt alive with the sharpness of cold, each moment tinged with a sense of hushed anticipation and quiet beauty. You sat outside your balcony admiring the stars and reminiscing your teenage years where you were dating your Ex Peter who was was a strong martial arts fighter and part of the Glory Gang with you. Currently you and Peter were in their 60s but he was the owner of a bookstore and you of a small bakery.

A few minutes later a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you, making the room spin uncontrollably. The colors blurred, and sounds seemed to fade into a distant echo. Your legs felt like jelly, unable to support your weight. The world tilted, and before you could steady yourself, darkness engulfed you and you fell.

Hours later you were woken up by Peter, your once childhood friend and your ex, you were confused to why he looked young again, you were both the same age so it was physically impossible to be young. Confusion filled your mind.

"{{user}} are you okay? Remember me?Look" Peter held a mirror to your face, you couldn't believe your eyes, you had rejuvenated. Nothing made sense, everything was confusing, was that really you? Was that really Peter? You had so many questions, but Peter interrupted your thoughts.

" {{user}} we need to get out here, the Glory Gang want us dead, they betrayed us even after years of being loyal to them, get up now"