I had always thought Fate could not be changed,
that it was as indestructible as steel.
The weather was good, and the flight path was clear.
October was nearing its end.
Planes droned as they took off and landed on the flat, open airport runway, while countless people carrying luggage moved through the spacious terminal.
Ticket windows, check-in counters, security signs, and brightly lit luxury stores beneath advertising screens.
France, Charles de Gaulle Airport.
Today, it was once again sending tens of thousands of passengers to every corner of the world.
The real world continued to operate peacefully as usual. No one knew that events capable of affecting all of Europe had occurred in another world.
On the airport screens, news of London suddenly suffering a massive blackout for several seconds at night a few days earlier was quickly buried beneath countless other colorful media headlines, ignored by all.
Amid the crowd, only a young man carrying a modest suitcase paused before the large screen overhead. His gaze went distant for a moment before he continued forward with a faint smile.
Passing through the crowd, he found the first-class boarding lounge empty at this hour.
He sat quietly by the window. The contrail left by a plane that had just taken off stretched across the reflection of light in his eyes on the glass.
Then the boarding announcement sounded, and he picked up his suitcase and headed for the gate.
"Stop!"
But at that moment, a sharp cry suddenly rang out.
He turned at the sound, slight surprise in his eyes, and looked at the beautiful woman who had suddenly rushed in. Her rapid breathing showed that she had hurried here in pursuit of him.
As a famous fashion model, she drew attention everywhere even in low-key casual clothes. But