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Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical.

On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt.

However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear.

Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

Time for my love

His thoughts drifted back to his childhood once again.

Back then, he was merely an innocent and naive child, lacking worldly wisdom.

On one occasion, while playing in the bathroom, he accidentally knocked over an old vase. The instant the vase hit the floor, he was startled to discover a small hole revealed behind a tile in the corner. Driven by a child's curiosity, he crouched on the ground and carefully removed the tile, uncovering a pitch - black opening before his eyes. Summoning his courage, he bent down and crawled into the hole.

Inside lay a narrow and gloomy tunnel, the walls emitting a musty and decaying smell. Filled with a mix of fear and excitement, he inched forward along the tunnel. It turned out that this tunnel led to a hidden corner of Kelly School. Later he learned that it was meticulously designed by his father, the seemingly imposing old principal at the school. At that time, he regarded this mysterious tunnel with profound awe.

As he grew older, this tunnel gradually became a special existence in his heart, a place hiding countless dark secrets. Just like the twisted hatred in his heart, it took root and grew under the nourishment of the years.

A crazy light flashed in Bom's eyes. He seemed to already envision the pitiful sight of Coco pleading for mercy in terror, a scene that filled his heart with a perverse sense of pleasure. "And Coco, this incredibly stupid woman, still naively thought that I truly had feelings for her. Tonight, everything is according to my plan. I feigned affection for her to make her step by step into the death trap I set." "I want everyone to clearly know that I, Bom, am not to be trifled with. Those who recklessly destroy other people's relationships will surely suffer a devastating blow at my hands and receive the punishment they deserve."

Bom mechanically wiped the specimen while viciously swearing in his heart. He was completely immersed in his abnormal and distorted dark world, unable to extricate himself, like a demon trapped in a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper.

15 years ago, on Tom's side, his conversation with Amy abruptly came to an end, as if an invisible hand had severed their connection. Without the slightest hesitation, Tom strode firmly towards the depths of the tunnel with a determined look in his eyes.

The tunnel was as gloomy as the throat of a giant beast, emitting an intimidating aura. Not far ahead, a mirror suddenly appeared. The mirror was as crystal - clear as the purest crystal, emitting an eerie glow in this dim tunnel, instantly captivating Tom's gaze. He involuntarily halted in his tracks, his eyes fixed on the mirror as if drawn by a mysterious force.

Suddenly, a moving escalator unexpectedly emerged beneath Tom's feet. The escalator emitted a faint mechanical hum, sounding extremely abrupt in this silent tunnel. Tom instinctively looked down, and this sight made his heart skip a beat and his eyes widen to the extreme.

Below were densely packed people, all of them himself! Each of them mechanically repeated the same action of opening a door,

chapter45：Childhood's Dark Path