In my seventh year as a wicked supporting woman, the System finally told me the story was over and freedom had arrived. I celebrated my new life in the arms of my lover, who was nine years younger than me, but he whispered tenderly in my ear, “Sis, you smiled just like this the night you killed me.” It turned out he remembered every death in every loop. Only when the System vanished did the cage he had painstakingly built reveal itself. This time, there was no script and no way out, only the two of us staring at each other in eternal silence, until death do us part.
