Time for my love

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical.

On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt.

However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: \"Help... \" Amy\'s heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, \"Who are you?\" \"I\'m Tom. I\'m being chased by a serial killer. I\'m hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He\'ll find me soon... \" The boy\'s voice was full of fear.

Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.