I flipped the coin again, only for it to turn black when I slapped it on the back of my hand, which meant the future of one of her counterparts, probably the one that was the nearest. Future, even if it regarded a counterpart of a dead body, we know is no good, so I intercepted and luckily managed to do so.
Then I tried revealing it on my palm to at least see the past of one of her counterparts.
Gold, eyes and ears uncovered.
A tall, skinny, black-haired girl with rings under her eyes, around her mid-twenties, walks up and down a dilapidated room. Two much older, emaciated people sit on the ground and watch her—a man and a woman.
"Sit down for a bit, darling, and eat something." The woman says while clutching the hand of her husband.
"No. Be quiet." The girl says, not stopping her footsteps.
