You are dead.
The first time was in an alley on a rainy night. When a rusty dagger pierced the ribs, you could even smell the disinfectant on the murderer's cuffs. But the next second, your field of vision is suddenly covered in pure white, and there is a noise of electricity in your ears - when you open your eyes again, you are standing at the bus stop early that morning. Your phone displays the exact same date as the "moment of death", and you still have three unspent coins in your pocket.
This is not an illusion. When you break your cervical spine on the rooftop of the same unfinished building for the seventh time and are run over by an out-of-control truck for the 19th time, you finally confirm that you are trapped in a closed time loop called "May 17th" and have the ability to infinitely resurrect.
But "restart" is not a gift. The pain of each death will be accurately imprinted on the nerves. The murderer's face, the feeling of suffocation on the verge of death, and the sound of broken bones all become clearer in each reincarnation. What's even weirder is that as the number of reincarnations increases, you find that there are countless cracks hidden in this seemingly ordinary city: the sound of chains mopping the floor is always heard from your neighbor's house late at night, the homeless man downstairs in the company can tell the details of your last death, and "you" in the mirror occasionally makes a different expression from you.
You must find the truth in countless "todays": Who trapped you in the time cage? What exactly happened on May 17? When you press the restart button for the 100th time, you realize that the scariest thing is not the death loop - it's that you can't tell whether you are looking for a way out or enjoying this game that will never end and belongs to you.
