chapter 3

I narrated everything—how the world turned, how things would unfold, what the government would do—every single detail.

And Yona remained silent through it all.

I watched her carefully. "So, Yona, tell me… will you believe all of this?"

I didn't speak for a moment, giving her time to absorb everything I had just told her.

I knew this was too much for anyone who had yet to face the horrors of the future.

"It's alright if you don't believe me," I said gently. "But at least give it some thought when you're at home."

Yona finally looked up, her expression troubled.

"Evelyn, it's not that I don't want to believe you… but it's just too much for me to take in."

I didn't force her. It was already a good start. She was willing to give it some thought. And instead of declaring me a maniac or calling me crazy, she actually tried to understand.

I nodded, and we sat there in silence for about half an hour.

Suddenly, Yona stood up. "Evelyn, let's take a walk."

I looked around and noticed the café filling up with students. It was rush hour, and continuing our conversation here wasn't ideal.

We paid for our drinks and stepped outside.

A chilly wind hit my face as we stepped outside. The weather was unusually cold for this time of year. I tucked my hands into my cardigan as we walked toward the nearby park.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then, Yona turned to me.

"Evelyn, whatever you said… are you sure about this?"

We sat down on a bench, and as I stared ahead, the painful memories resurfaced—those scars, those gruesome mutants, their horrifying faces flashing in my mind like an unshakable nightmare.

I took a deep breath. "Yona, I don't know how to explain this to you, but trust me… I am the very first person who wants to deny all of this and call it a lie. But I can't. This feeling—this certainty that those five years were real—it won't go away."

I clenched my hands. "And if you need proof, I can give it to you. I can tell you things that will happen in the next three months—things that I remember from my past life."

She looked at me, confused, as if wondering how I could possibly prove such a thing. But I already had my answer. There were key incidents I recalled vividly, ones that hadn't happened yet but soon would.

I met her gaze. "There will be a death—a famous person. On August 29th, exactly fourteen days from now, he will die… in God's hands."

"Emma's dog," I continued. "She will finally buy a pet in a few days, and she'll call both of us to celebrate. She's been wanting one for so long, and she'll be so excited."

I listed several other upcoming events I remembered from my past life and then turned to Yona. "I know believing me is hard, but you can check everything I've told you. Since I've already lived these three months before, you'll see for yourself if I was telling the truth or not."

Yona looked at me, then slowly reached out and placed her hand over mine.

"Evelyn, I'm not saying you're lying. Who in their right mind would make up something like this?" Her voice was gentle but troubled. "I'm not doubting you, but everything you're saying… it's just so much to take in. You're telling me that in just three months, this beautiful place will turn into something so disastrous. My heart can't accept it."

She took a shaky breath. "You know that feeling of losing everything you've ever known?" She hesitated before asking, "If this is really true, then… what do you want us to do? You're the one who has lived those five years. Even if you tell me now, I have no idea how to handle this… or what to do."

Her words warmed my heart. This—this was true friendship. I had just told her the most unbelievable thing, and instead of questioning my sanity or rejecting my claims outright, she was trying to understand, trying to stand with me in this terrifying reality.

I took a deep breath. "We need a base," I said firmly. "We need to go somewhere with the least destruction."

Yona looked at me, listening intently.

"I already have a place in mind."

"And where is that?" she asked.

"An island country in Antarctica."

Her eyes widened in shock. "Antarctica?!"

I nodded. "In my previous life, the Arctic side was the least damaged, and the survival rate there was the highest. If events unfold the same way as before, that will be the safest place to go."

Yona still looked overwhelmed, but I could see the gears turning in her mind. "But how can we even get there?"

I met her gaze. "I'm thinking of applying for citizenship in that country. It's a poor nation, so their entry standards aren't too high. It should be possible to settle there before the disaster hits."

She stayed quiet, processing my words.

"But that's not the only thing," I added. "We need to prepare a lot more than this".

A wave of relief washed over me as Yona took both of my hands in hers. "Alright, we'll go through this together," she said firmly.

Her words gave me strength. Having her on my side meant one extra pillar of support—one more person to share this burden with.

"So how is this going to happen?" she asked. "And in what way do you need my help?"

I took a deep breath. "First, we need to apply for citizenship in that country."

I hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I was thinking of telling Emma—"

I stopped abruptly as a painful memory resurfaced. Emma, the sweetest among us. The kindest of all. In my past life, she had died while trying to help a small child. Her principles, her belief in always finding the good in people, had cost her everything.

"What happened?" Yona's voice was filled with concern.

I shook my head quickly. "Nothing. I was just thinking… Emma's a scaredy-cat. If we tell her too soon, she'll freak out."

Yona frowned but didn't push. "Yeah, we need to tell her eventually. And our families too."

She paused for a moment before looking at me seriously.

"Evelyn… can't we just inform the government?"