Yes, yes! I did it! I finally became a time traveler. The year is 2030, and I come from the year 2000. But something is strange—where are the people? Why is there no one anywhere? Why am I the only person here?
Wait, what is that? While I was wondering why a strange black, eight-legged creature was running toward me, I suddenly heard a voice behind me say, “Come here! Hurry up!” Without thinking, I ran toward the voice.
There was a room! I rushed inside and saw other people like me. As soon as I entered, I shouted, “Who are you?” They replied, “We are the last survivors,” and told me their story.
In short, their mission was to hunt down all those eight-legged creatures. “I want to join you!” I said. They put me through a few tests, which I barely passed, but in the end, I became one of them. They gave me new clothes, and we went hunting. Over time, we grew closer, and I became an expert.
But one day, while we were hunting, it started to rain. Strangely, instead of blue, the rain was green, and everything changed. The creatures mutated—and laughed. In an instant, they slaughtered all eight of my friends. I was the only one left.
I ran as fast as I could and hid in our shelter. When the rain finally stopped, something even stranger happened—other time travelers started arriving. That’s when I realized the horrifying truth: I was trapped in a cycle. No matter what I did, I would die the same way every time. And I was terrified.