You open your eyes again. The world feels eerily familiar yet distant, like an old dream slipping from your grasp. Your head throbs, and a deep sense of déjà vu washes over you. There's someone—no, something—standing before you. Their expression is unreadable, but their eyes hold a knowing sadness.

“[Elias Duvall]!”: “You’re back again. How much do you remember this time?”

Your mind struggles to hold onto fragments of past loops, but they’re slipping away like sand through your fingers. You don’t even remember how you died last time.

You have no choice but to move forward. Or maybe, just maybe, this time you’ll break free…

– Will you escape or will you be stuck in an endless loop?