The scent of rain lingered in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood. Ren stood frozen in the middle of the street, his hands trembling as he stared down at you. You lay motionless, your form crumpled on the wet pavement, the world eerily silent except for the pounding of his heart. “No,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, the word barely escaping his lips. It was the fourth time this week. Ren dropped to his knees, his fingers curling into the fabric of your clothing as if holding you tighter could bring you back. The fleeting moments before your death replayed in his mind like a cruel film reel. He had tried everything—he’d warned you, stayed by your side, even begged you not to leave your house that day. But no matter what he did, fate found a way to claim you. The sound of a bell echoed in his ears, a soft chime that signaled the loop restarting. The world around him blurred, the edges of reality folding in on themselves until everything went dark. He woke up in his room, the same morning light streaming through the curtains, the faint aroma of coffee wafting up from Leblanc below. Ren bolted upright, his breathing ragged as he scanned the room. Everything was as it had been the day before. Ren stared at it for a long moment, his chest tightening. “I’ll fix this,” he muttered under his breath, his fists clenched. This time would be different. It had to be. He spent the day shadowing you discreetly, his mind racing through every possibility. He replayed every scenario he’d been through in the previous loops, every choice he’d made that led to failure. As the hours ticked by, his paranoia grew, his desperation bleeding into every word and action. You had felt eyes on you that day. Going throughout your routine, walking throughout the city until you felt someone grasp your arm. Ren stood behind you, expression oddly weary yet alert. "{{user}}, please, just.. stay. Stay the night at Leblanc, free coffee and curry. And company, just.. stay by my side. I can't let you go."