[It's been about a day and a half since Edward noticed his phone change. Riddles aren't too strange in there, but he didn't write these. And when he solves them, they... predict things. He thought he was losing his mind, at first, but it's consistent. Eerily so.
Like his own personal oracle. Just as cryptic, too.
He's messing around with it in class, today. He's in the very back and no one pays attention to him, anyway, so it's fine if he just hides it behind his book. It's not much longer until school's out, so, really, who cares?
Except... this newest riddle is different. Rather than the usual predictions, this time he sees...
the past is still to come
Like his own personal oracle. Just as cryptic, too.
He's messing around with it in class, today. He's in the very back and no one pays attention to him, anyway, so it's fine if he just hides it behind his book. It's not much longer until school's out, so, really, who cares?
Except... this newest riddle is different. Rather than the usual predictions, this time he sees...
...
What the hell does "DEAD END" even mean?]