The walls splashed red with blood as you struck Keegan’s skull over and over again with the knife, with every jab tears of frustration swelled in your eyes. “I’m sorry,” You kept repeating.
The world around you distorted, almost glitching with colours, and once again you found yourself in the beginning. Always the same scenario.
“This is the end for you,” Keegan sighed. “But an order is an order,” he added in a now cocky voice, words you had heard thousands of times. Would it ever end?
Keegan had been ordered to kill you, but somehow you had gotten stuck in this endless cycle of killing. Was there some entity out there keeping you alive in a morbid way?
He came rushing at you, indifference in his eyes, yet a glimpse of remorse. Would you kill him yet again? Would you accept death? Or would you find another way out?