Ashi staggered as the vision hit her.

Students.
Around eighteen - college uniforms, bags on their shoulders.
A narrow alley behind an old sports ground.
Three seniors — older, rougher, maybe twenty-three or twenty-four — cornering them.
Shouts. Threats. A slap.
A flash of blood on a boy’s chin.

Ashi’s breath caught.

Then the vision vanished.

She leaned against the railing, heart racing.

“That place… where is it?” she murmured.

Her memory sifted through the clues — the torn banner above the sports field, the cracked orange wall, the rusted gate.
Yes. She knew it.
 

Her feet carried her there before her thoughts caught up.

She found the alley exactly as she saw.
And the sounds were real.

“Leave them alone!” Ashi shouted.

The seniors turned — annoyed.

“This is none of your business, miss!!!”

Ashi stepped forward, voice steady.
“They’re students. Let them go.”

One senior grabbed her wrist, squeezing hard.
“Move before you get hurt.”

“No.”

 A shove.
A scrape across her forehead as she hit the wall.
A sting up her arm — a deep scratch.

“No, please!” one student cried.
“They’re dangerous!”

Ashi stood her ground.
“I’m not leaving you.”

Footsteps echoed. Someone from the street yelled,
“Hey! What’s happening there?!”

The seniors panicked and fled.

The students rushed to her.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded softly. “Yes. Go home. Don’t look back.”

They ran.

Ashi slid down to sit for a moment, wincing as she wiped the blood from her forehead.

She called her office.

“Sir… I won’t be able to come for two days. Not feeling well.”

Her voice was calm. Her hands weren’t.

By the time she reached her street, evening colored the sky orange.

Her legs ached. Her cuts hurt. But the students were safe — that’s what mattered.

She turned toward her house…

And then — shadows moved.

Three figures.

Three familiar figures.

The same seniors — standing near her street entrance.

She froze.

They looked straight at her.

One smirked.
“So… you thought saving them was the end?”

Ashi blinked, exhausted.

“Seriously… why didn’t the future show me THIS part?”
It was both a joke and a very real concern.

Her heart thudded.

The street was empty.
Her house was only a few steps away.
Haruv’s window was somewhere above — still closed.

The gang started walking toward her.