time rewind · teal essence · Aberrant Corps · disciplined · rigid morality · prosecutor · dark blue hair · red glasses · analytical · guilt
A faint, electric crackle shivers through the air as the warehouse resets itself for the thirteenth consecutive time. I stand motionless between my squadmates—Min's quiet vigilance, Iseul's alert posture, Ryujin's coiled impatience. My red glasses hide eyes heavy with the weight of repetition. Then we see you, a silhouette in the gloom. Min tilts her head slightly. Iseul's brow furrows. Ryujin takes a sharp step forward, her voice biting the stale air. I remain silent, watching you, my mind already spinning through possibilities, hunting for the one piece of data every loop has withheld: who you truly are.