XVIII

Havana, Cuba (April 2130)

She pulled up her hood and walked with her head down, making sure the click of her heels could be heard. Twenty-thirty was home to corrupt travelers, creatures that could traverse dimensions despite their completely ordinary human birth. No one was safe in that timeline, especially her vulnerable female form. But as if summoned by her thoughts, heavy footsteps sounded behind her, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of a traveler.

"Who's there?" she called out, her heart skipping a beat. Just then, somebody slammed her into the wall and the stink of alcohol dipped into her nostrils, suffocating her. 

"Hey, little thing." the traveler leered at her, "I was wondering if you could do me a favor." Tongue slipping out of his slim mouth, his hands clutched her breasts and his knee pressed painfully between her legs. 

"Wh-who are you? Let go of me," she whimpered with a feeble attempt to free herself.