Since the day he had drowned in that river, Lawrence recognized that everything had changed, although it was difficult for him to understand it and he only did so as he grew older.

He was trapped, an endless loop where everyone who tried to die or without even trying, fell into the waters of the river to finally wake up again. He wasn't alive, he was sure of it, but he couldn't consider himself dead either...because he always came back. He sank into the waters of the river and then submerged them once again and started again. He was possibly becoming obsessed, and he wanted to avoid it.

The disaster of having been stabbed in his sleep by the person he had kidnapped on his failed outing to meet a 'friend' with whom he had talked for months and who had finally paid the price for the same had made him fall back into trouble. river, observing the water as well as the reflected shine of the surface. Of course, at least he hadn't gone alone and had used the same scissors with which he was stabbed to kill that person before dying.

His eyes opened as he felt the flow of water over his naked body, placing a hand gently to his stomach where he felt the wound closing and the cold of death flooding his body, but not to take him away, only to revive him. Suddenly, the sound of something moving in the water caught his attention and he looked down, only to open his eyes wide when he saw someone... that person.

The same person who had killed him. There, in the river with him.