"Jonah found the key in his pocket, though he didn’t remember owning one. It was old, rusted, and warm. At his door, the ..." — Confession from Taguig | AFKConfessions

Jonah found the key in his pocket, though he didn’t remember owning one. It was old, rusted, and warm. At his door, the lock had changed. The key fit. Inside wasn’t his apartment. The walls breathed. The clock ticked backward. On the table sat a photo of him—older, tired, staring out. A voice whispered, “You finally came back.” Jonah turned to leave. The door was gone. The photo smiled. And somewhere behind him, footsteps began to echo.