My Future Self Is Dead
Language: en
I suddenly found myself in a world ten years in the future, adrift and disoriented on the streets. Instinctively, I headed for the villa belonging to Garrison Bale, my childhood friend. The door opened, revealing a cold-faced child who stood there and told me, “Go away. Don’t even think about pretending to be my mother.” I froze, still trying to grasp what was happening, when I noticed scrolling comments—the kind you see on online videos—floating in my vision. One comment read: “This ‘Player’ is too dumb. The kid’s already been successfully ‘captured’ by someone else, and she just shows…