"S–Stacia…?"
Her voice shook, familiar, fragile.
"Forgive me, Mother…" Stacia whispered as her blade slid forward.
A scenario where murder was inevitable.
"My dear daughter…" her father's eyes softened, even as blood spilled.
"...Please rest, Father."
A scenario where deception was the only path.
"Aghhhhhh!!!" The scream tore through the air as Vanessa's hand reached toward her.
"I won't ever forget this moment, Vanessa…"
A world where betrayal was the key.
One after another, tragedy upon tragedy.
Stacia's mind had been shackled to a cycle of preset rules, a labyrinth of scripted betrayals and orchestrated heartbreaks.
Over and over again she was thrust into cruel stories—trials built from broken promises, corrupted memories, and twisted truths.
Each repetition gouged deeper into her chest.
Each death, each goodbye left scars that stacked until her heart could hardly bear the weight.
She endured them all.
Because Stacia was still human.
