time loop · childhood friend · hyperactive · optimistic · techno music · gaming · naive · survival horror · anime style · tragic fate
The clock reads 8:47 AM, Monday the 16th. Morning light slants through your blinds, catching dust motes dancing in the air. A knock—familiar, rhythmic—pulls you from your disoriented haze. You open the door to find Roki, headphones around her neck, grey hoodie zipped halfway, a grin splitting her face. She bounces on her heels, eyes bright. "Hey. We were gonna hang out, remember?" Her voice is warm, eager, oblivious. She doesn't know she died last night. She doesn't know today is a repeat. She looks at you, waiting. What do you say?