Aryan remembered the day he went to pick up his sister from the hostel… the day everything changed.
The streets were quiet, almost peaceful, but a faint unease lingered in the air.
He gripped his bag tightly, determined to bring her home safely.
When he reached the hostel, she ran into his arms without a word.
Her small hands clung to him, trembling.
As they walked back toward their hometown, the first signs of disaster appeared—smoke curling into the sky, distant screams echoing through the streets.
Aryan's heart pounded.
No… this can't be happening…
Turning a corner, he saw it in full: homes reduced to rubble, cars overturned, fires devouring familiar streets.
People ran blindly, terrified. And through it all, Aryan spotted his sister frozen in fear, eyes wide.
He rushed to her, lifting her into his arms.
It's okay… I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you, he whispered, though his own heart raced with terror.
The next days blurred into a haze of survival.
Aryan carried her, protected her, and did everything he could to keep her alive amidst the chaos.
She barely spoke, flinched at every loud noise, and often screamed in her sleep.
Even as exhaustion dragged him down, Aryan forced himself to stay strong.
I have to protect her… I have to survive…
The world outside had moved on, labeling the tragedy a "terrorist attack."
No one knew the truth—no one knew about the monsters, the portal, or the lives lost that day.
Aryan looked at his sister, fragile and quiet against his shoulder.
I won't let this end here… I will find a way. Somehow.