DOOM

Lily could vividly recall the captivating crimson eyes and jet-black hair of the mysterious young man who rescued her from a harrowing kidnapping a decade ago. One fateful day, fate unexpectedly brought them together once more in the midst of a bustling city street, under circumstances that defied explanation. For a brief moment, time seemed to pause as those around her froze, their actions halted at his mere command. A car careened out of control, colliding with a truck in a shocking display of chaos. Lily stood there, stunned, as her memories of him flooded back. "Mysterious stranger," she whispered, her gaze fixed and dazed, "you aren't human, are you?" The eerie encounter from so long ago echoed in her mind. "Death itself," he corrected, his voice firm, "I am Doom, the harbinger of death." The incident on the street left her mind reeling, and his words replayed incessantly in her dreams, like a broken record. She struggled to understand whether these haunting thoughts were remnants of her past trauma or simply the alignment of their paths, as if guided by destiny. Ever since that encounter, she found herself unable to forget his face, haunted by the possibility that their lives were destined to intertwine in such an unexpected way.