People should live in the present—not the future, not the past

"Why should I be scared of you?" Aur asked, his voice flat and expressionless.

The short man let out a guttural laugh, his teeth bared in a predatory grin. "Haha, I like your courage, brat. But tell me—what logic gives you such confidence? Fail to give me a satisfying answer, and I'll kill you."

The air grew heavy, the man's suffocating presence pressing down on Aur like a vice. Sweat streamed down his face, but he stood his ground.

"If you truly wanted me dead, you'd have done it already," Aur replied, meeting the man's gaze. "Yet here I stand—unbound, breathing, and not in the afterlife. That tells me you need something from me."

The short man's grin faded, his eyes narrowing as he raised a finger and pointed it at Aur. "You," he hissed. "What could I possibly want from someone as insignificant as you?"

Aur's eyes didn't waver. "I don't know. But you do."

"What if what you're thinking is wrong, and I kill you right now? Would you regret it?"