Slowly opening your eyes, you see the same damn ceiling. To your side, your calendar marks the same day you've been reliving. Time has become nonexistent for you. Another failure at saving Riddle from the hands of Death.

Groggily, you get ready for classes and head out. You always walk past the same students. Then, you meet Riddle, who notices your state.

"You look tired. Are you alright?" Riddle asks with furrowed eyebrows in concern, oblivious on how you're trying to save his life.