Your Timeline

Chapter-5

No One's POV

Porchay decided to take a walk through the city, hoping to clear his mind and perhaps stumble upon a lead. As he walked down the bustling streets, the noise and energy of the city did little to calm his thoughts. He kept replaying the last time he saw Mark—his cryptic words. Who is he really? And why did he choose me?

Turning around, Porchay paused in front of a small café. He stepped inside, the soft hum of conversation and the smell of coffee washing over him. As he moved to the counter, he caught sight of a figure sitting at a table in the corner.

His heart skipped a beat.

It was him.

Mark.

"You." He barely whispered before heading towards the said man. Mark was having his coffee when he felt a presence that he wanted to have there he smiled and lifted his eyes to face the person.

"Hello, Mr. Porchay," Mark greeted him with an easy charm. "I hope you're enjoying your time here."

Porchay scowled in response, his patience wearing thin.

"Oww, that hurts," Mark winced mockingly, noticing Porchay's expression. "Come on, have a seat. Let's get you something before we talk."

Reluctantly, Porchay sat, not even hiding his frustration. Mark ordered a chocolate shake for him, and a frappe for himself, clearly not in a rush.

"Speak," Porchay demanded, his voice firm. He had no interest in pleasantries. I need answers.

Mark, sensing the boy's urgency, put his drink down and leaned in slightly. "Alright. As you know, you're stuck in the past—ten years back from your actual time."

Porchay nodded, his jaw tightening. Tell me something I don't already know.

"The reason is," Mark continued, "there are timeline hackers causing disruptions. They've been messing things up, and you're here because of one of those accidents."

"I don't care why," Porchay cut him off. "I just want to go back to my own time. That's all I need."

Mark fell silent, his usual calm demeanor softening for a moment as he watched Porchay. "I'm doing everything I can to find a way to send you back," he said, his voice lowering. "But it might take some time."

The words hit Porchay hard. He could feel the frustration and helplessness bubbling inside. "Please, do something," he pleaded, his voice cracking as tears began to spill from his eyes.

Mark sighed, pulling out a small bracelet from his pocket. "Take this," he said, handing it over to Porchay.

Porchay looked at it, confused. "What is it?"

"It's a guide. It'll help you whenever you're in trouble. Just trust it."

Porchay wasn't sure what to think but decided to go along with it. After finishing his shake, he stood up to leave. Mark had already disappeared—called away, no doubt, by some mysterious business of his own. Just like that, he's gone again.

As Porchay walked down the street, feeling even more lost than before, he whispered to himself, "What am I going to do?"

Then, suddenly, a voice echoed in his ear, calm and clear.

"For now, go straight and take a U-turn. You'll be at the Huang residence shortly."

Porchay froze, glancing around in confusion. No one was nearby. He felt a chill run down his spine.

"Hello, Mr. Porchay," the voice said again. "I am your AI assistant, designed by Mark Tachibana to guide you."

Porchay stared at the bracelet in disbelief.