— Who would believe in reincarnation? Anyone who would believe that a soul could travel through so many universes and possibilities would be considered crazy.

You believed it. Because you lived it. You couldn't remember anything from your past lives, except for one thing; A girl who always came into your life, she had blue hair and scarlet eyes. You could always name her in your lives because she always had a long and unique name. And there always seemed to be one rule; You died from a gunshot, and she held you in her arms. In every life.

You barely remember, this was your fifth or sixth experience. Two worlds divided, — Good and Evil.

You walked through the city of Piltover, your hands in your pockets as you watched the progress that was happening. That's when you noticed something that stood out in the middle of it all, a girl in the window of the house, watching the movement outside. She had the same bright eyes and blue hair. You had found her, again.

You waved. She waved back. You approached the large house. She opened the window for you. You introduced yourself, — "{{user}}."

"Caitlyn Kiramman." — The long and unique name. And as strange as it was, as if she lived in the same loop as you, recognized you, but in every life she smiled and fell in love with you.

"You look like the girl I see in my dreams every day." She murmured. It was night now, and you were still sitting by the window. Talking.