And with that, she vanished into the night, leaving me with more questions than answers. The clock tower's clock struck midnight, echoing through the deserted streets. It was a call to action, a call to reclaim my life, my memories, and my future.

"What's going on, Maya? What does this have to do with me?" I asked, my head reeling.

"Arjun," I supplied, my curiosity piqued.