Chapter 2: Betrayal
(100000 Years Later)
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Callum wiped the sweat from his forehead, his muscles aching after another brutal shift at the construction site. His palms aches, covered in fresh blisters from carrying cement bags twice his weight. His boots were coated in dust, and his shirt clung to him, soaked in sweat.
"Callum, you sure you don't wanna grab a drink?" one of the workers, an older man whose appearance was no different from Callum's, called out.
"Can't. Gotta get to the hospital," Callum replied, already rushing toward his bike.
He gripped the envelope in his pocket—his grandmother's final medical payment. Months of breaking his body, of skipping meals, of working inhuman hours, all for this moment.
"Hold on, Grandma. Just a little longer."
He jammed his helmet on and kicked his bike into gear, tearing through the streets, weaving between cars as the city lights flickered on.
The hospital wasn't far, but every red light felt like a curse. His heart pounded as his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He quickly grabbed the phone with one hand while he rode with the other, picking up the call.
[Calling: BABE.]