John and Chris entered the decrepit structure, their flashlights piercing the darkness. The air was thick with mystery, each creak of the floorboards hinting at the secrets hidden within.
"Is there anyone here?", Chris asked, his voice steady despite the apprehension.
"Yes, I am here," a voice responded, the air growing colder with its presence.
"Who are you? Are you the bartender?" John questioned, recalling the stories of the building's past.
"No, I am not from here. My name is Nico, a wanderer," the voice revealed, each word laden with an ancient sorrow.
"A wanderer?" Chris repeated, intrigued yet uneasy.
"A wanderer is a spirit cursed by immortality, doomed to travel through time," Nico explained, his tone tinged with despair. "We bear the weight of our own sorrow."
John and Chris exchanged a glance, feeling the depth of Nico's anguish seep into their bones.
"I used to watch your videos. You’re good guys," Nico admitted, a hint of longing in his voice.
"How did you die, and when?" John pressed, curiosity mingling with fear.
"How I died? It's a secret," Nico whispered, the words barely audible. "But I died in 2028."
"But it’s 2025! How is that possible?" Chris exclaimed, disbelief etched on his face.
"Time is a cruel trick," Nico replied, his voice fading like mist. "I wish I could have changed my fate."
John and Chris stood in the oppressive quiet, the weight of Nico's sorrow pressing down on them.
As the silence settled, they understood that some secrets are meant to remain buried, and some spirits, like Nico, are forever trapped in their sorrow. The encounter left them haunted, a reminder of the mysteries they could never truly grasp.
