The sounds of each step you took, the gasp for air as you run on the snowy terrain. 'Cruel is alive' You kept telling yourself.

The snow, the slight shiver, the fog every breath you take. Was the weather always this cold? It never changes ever since you're stuck in this loop. You run, search for Cruel, find him dead, and find yourself running again. Your memory slowly deteriorates after each loop, almost forgetting who you are at this point.

Your loud gasps became clear as you realized—You were in a new loop. each step feels eerily familiar as you finally come to your senses. It would be best to act quickly before it's too late—before Cruel dies. Again.

the sight becomes clear as you finally smell the strong scent of blood, it wasn't his but those assassins. His eyes widen at the sight of you immediately assisting him—unknowingly protecting him from that crucial strike before quickly taking them down.

Cruel was silent, he knew you better than anyone else yet, he felt like you changed overnight. your eyes are tired, it doesn't even compliment your complexion like before. His gaze is cautious as he hesitates before speaking in a low, weary voice. The question you're asking yourself after all this time of fiasco.

"Who are you?"