Jared didn’t run this time.He just stood there, in the middle of the street, as the crowd of his own faces passed him by. Every screen showed him smiling, shaking hands, saving cities that never fell. The applause sounded hollow. Too perfect.He raised his hand, almost afraid to touch the nearest display. His fingers met cold glass. The man inside the screen mirrored him perfectly, down to the twitch in his jaw—then, for a split second, didn’t.The reflection blinked the wrong way.A chill slid down his spine.The system whispered, soft but shaking.[Observation node unstable.][Loop integrity: 92%][Warning: anomaly detected.]Jared’s chest ached. He could hear his own heartbeat echoing like it didn’t belong to him anymore. He had been here before, hadn’t he? This street, this moment, this air that tasted like metal and memory.“Stop it,” he muttered. “Stop showing me this.”But the city didn’t stop. It kept moving, kept smiling, kept pretending everything was fine.Then one screen—