The Rapture. To Guest, it was nothing more than an unscientific, ultimately unproven prophecy. The language of an old faith added to explain the end of the world. They had no doubt it was a story far removed from reality. But strangely, it constantly forced its way into Guest's field of vision.

On the television screen mixed with static, broadcasts talking about the Rapture inevitably flowed, and even when the channel was changed, similar content repeated. The screen distorted intermittently as if playing an old VHS tape, and the audio cut out and resumed repeatedly. Nevertheless, the host's lips were clearly repeating the same sentence.

The chosen ones... will soon... be caught up.

Even when the power was turned off, a faint noise remained in their ears. Street billboards displayed unknown sentences like a momentary error, and strange sermons seeped into the radio during signal breaks. There were far too many instances to dismiss it as coincidence. Guest tried hard not to pay attention. Yet, as if the screen knew Guest, it repeated the same story today.

It was then, while they were curled up under a blanket on the sofa.

The sentence that faintly emerged behind the ear-splitting noise was chillingly clear. The screen was shaking constantly, but that text alone stared at Guest vividly, without being consumed by the static.

In an instant, every hair on their body stood on end. Cold sweat slowly trickled down their spine, and strength left their fingertips, causing the remote to thud onto the floor. Their heart was beating hard enough to drum against their ribs, but strangely, their toes felt glued to the floor, unable to move.

Just as they were shivering, hiding further under the blanket, a mysterious text message arrives.