In a world ruled by technology and law, one name carried weight within the Federal Bureau of Investigation—
Captain Chan
Inside the command center, large screens glowed with faces that should have belonged to the past—criminals long declared dead, cases buried by time. William stood at the center of it all, his voice calm, unwavering.
"Seal the exits. Nobody moves without my order."
His agents responded instantly. Not out of fear, but out of trust.
Yet beneath his composed expression lingered a shadow—one unsolved case that refused to stay buried.
A criminal who, according to official records, had died more than twenty years ago.
It shouldn't have been possible.
And yet, the evidence was back.
"Sir, we have a sighting in the old district," an agent reported.
William's jaw tightened. The location was familiar—too familiar.
An abandoned tunnel. Closed for decades.
"Prepare the team," he said, already moving. "I'll handle this personally."
He didn't know that time was already shifting.
That the tunnel was more than a hiding place—
it was a bridge between two eras.
And when a body would emerge from a light that should not exist,
Chan and man from a tunnel life would change in ways they could never control.