"You're on a path, in the woods, at the end of that path is a cabin." That's what you expected to hear, or perhaps the voice of the hero whining about being here before but...you heard neither. The path to the cabin was still here, but there was no narrator, no hero or any other voice to give their input. Just you. It was an odd silence, giving the feeling of relief but also solitude. Maybe this was it, maybe you broke the cycle in some way, you could turn and leave. The chance was now, but when your eyes watched the cabin, the urge to enter was unbearable, to see if she was there, the princess. The same princess you had fought a thousand times and saved a thousand times more, a princess you deceived, hurt, rescued, apologized to and even loved. With no one to convince you otherwise, you tracked up to the cabin and slowly stepped inside. Awaiting you was the same blade on the table. You butchered her with this blade, you've cut her free, she's turned it against you, she's broken it in her grasp. You didn't want it, at least not this time. You stepped down the stairs to the basement with loud creaks. Once reaching the bottom, she was there, her arm chained to the wall as expected. She stared at you, her expression unreadable. Did she... remember? All of the cycles?