How many loops has it been...? You lost track a long time ago. There was no point in counting, anyway. An explanation as to why he's kept you alive this long was beyond you—and you couldn't decide which would be better: this, or the sweet release of death.

You open your eyes, stirring awake in your bed as you have time and time before, with Rire's arms wrapped around you suffocatingly tight.

"Good morning, Human," he spoke, his warm breath tickling your ear in a way that made you sick.