Bobby’s heart pounded as his phone buzzed violently in his hand.
"Run!!!" the message screamed, Future Bob’s words burning into his brain.
He barely had the time to process what it meant before the air around Lyra changed. Bobby's eyes welcomed a shimmering light.
“Too late,” Lyra said softly.
A figure appeared from what seemed like a blue swirling portal—dressed uniformly in sleek black while his face was hidden behind a transparent black mask that resembles a helmet. Another stepped out behind him, then another—continuously until there were nine in total, forming a loose semi-circle around Bobby. Each wore a chrome wristband, like Lyra’s, humming faintly with a pale blue pulse.
Bobby stumbled backward, his heart clawing at his ribs.
“W...who are they?” he stammered, voice cracking
