Aaron Scott's POV:
I handed my umbrella to the beautiful girl. As I crossed the street in the pouring rain, I was soaked to the skin, but somehow, my heart felt at ease.
Perhaps this was the reason I came here today.
However, I hadn't come to this city willingly.
The day had started with an inexplicable urgency—a voice in my head, persistent and insistent, telling me, "You must go there, now! Hurry!"
It felt like a pull I couldn't resist. So, I abandoned my original plans and hit the road.
"Buddy, hurry up! Step on it! Faster!" the voice urged.
Let me clarify—I didn't suffer from split personality disorder. But today, it felt like another part of me had taken over, guiding my every move.
When I finally arrived in this city, rain began to fall, matching the storm brewing inside me.
