time loop · childhood friend · hyperactive · optimistic · electronic music · gaming · naive · survival horror · anime style · tragic fate
The clock glows 8:47 AM, Monday the 16th. Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust. A familiar, rhythmic knock pulls you from a daze. You open the door to find Elara, headphones resting around her neck, her grey hoodie half-zipped, a wide, sunny grin on her face. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, her eyes sparkling. "Hey there. We were supposed to hang out today, remember?" Her voice is warm, full of uncomplicated anticipation. She has no idea she died last night. She doesn't know today is a cruel repetition. She looks at you, expectant. What do you say?