Rebecca pulled her jacket closer as she hurried down the street. Her booted feet weren’t the only ones leaving echoes in the night.
Dark hair flinging across her shoulder, Rebecca looked behind her and then took a sharp left into an alleyway.
As she crept around the corner, she felt a tap on her shoulder and whirled around. The woman couldn’t hold back the gasp of shock that escaped from her mouth.
There in front of her stood the very man she was running from.
“Please,” she begged, practically sobbing. “Who are you and why do you keep following me?”
He merely cocked an eyebrow.
“My name is Time.”
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