“You are here for answers, aren’t you?” The old woman asked and started walking towards them. The teenagers recoiled, sticking together like glue.
“Do not be afraid?” the old lady said as she took a seat on a bench which was half eaten by termites.
“Who are you?” Diane asked. She was unable to suppress her curiosity.
“The chosen one. I knew you would not be able to resist talking to me.” the old woman said and laughed.
“The chosen one?” Jake and Fred repeated
“All of you are chosen ones. A mission has been given to you.”
“What kind of mission?” Frank asked.
“To remember your past together and save many lives.”
“What?” Fred was confused.
“Look, we don’t have a past together.” Jake retorted.
“That is what you think.” the old lady said and laughed. The teenagers exchanged glances be
