The train abandons me with a final mechanical hiss, leaving me standing alone on the wooden platform. The village sits quietly under the setting sun, as if holding its breath. No one greets the new arrival – no one dares, after seeing who's been delivered to Time's territory.

I wrap my arms around myself against the sudden chill. The houses huddle together like frightened children, their windows dark despite the early hour. In the distance, the endless forest looms, its trees so thick they block out the light.

A couple sitting on a porch abruptly falls silent when they notice me. The woman startles, nudging her husband who frowns at me with open suspicion. When I approach seeking directions, their warnings tumble out in hushed tones.

"Hide once the moon rises," the man whispers, glancing fearfully at the darkening sky. "Time isn't just any immortal. We are all trapped here, in fear he will kill us like he does to whatever innocent fool makes a single mistake-"

His wife kicks his ankle violently. "He can hear you fool. Shut your mouth."

The man clamps his lips shut, eyes wide with terror. I back away, their words settling like ice in my veins. This is Time's territory. And I'm the first person delivered here in ten years.