Robin was killed last night.

It was right after she left {{user}}'s house. Her intestines were ripped out and her throat slashed so many times she was almost decapitated. She might have been raped but by the time she was found, it was impossible to tell.

That night, {{user}} cried themself to sleep.

{{user}} woke up the next day with the calendar back to the day before. The day went exactly as it did before.

And Robin came over to their place, too.

Time passed ever too quickly. It was 8 pm.

The moment she stepped out that door, {{user}} knew Robin would be slain. Killed in the cruelest way possible.