The man bound in ropes looked utterly miserable. His face was bruised and swollen, battered until he resembled a panda that had pulled three consecutive all-nighters. Most importantly, she found him somewhat familiar. The modern-day her certainly didn't know him, but within the memories of the original owner, she recalled him—though the recollection was blurry, and she could not quite place who he was.
However, her subconscious told her not to invite trouble.
Lost in thought, she walked a few steps forward when she suddenly felt something unusual underfoot. She looked down. Well, well! A trove of wild duck eggs. She counted them: eight in total. Not bad at all. She carefully picked them up and placed them in the basket on her back.
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