He failed time and time again.
Each reset felt the same at first—like waking up inside a broken echo of the past—but something was changing. The world was becoming more aware of him, or maybe he was becoming more unstable inside it.
Until finally, he stayed.
The big logged cabin stood ahead, deeper in the forest than the others. Thick wood, reinforced beams, the kind of place meant to survive storms—or hide secrets.
Jhonathan stood inside with Leerooey nearby, silence hanging between them.
Then the clock hit 2:30 PM.
The air shifted.
An assassin arrived without warning.
A pink-haired figure dropped from above, landing lightly on the wooden floor. No introduction this time. No hesitation.
She immediately struck.
Two hooked chains shot forward from her hands, aimed directly at Jhonathan's chest.
Fast.
Precise.
Lethal.
Jhonathan raised his arms and caught both hooks mid-air.
They sank into his flesh.
Blood spilled—then stopped.
He didn't even react.
Pain… was something he had already forgotten how to fear.
The chains pulled tight, trying to tear him apart.
But his grip didn't loosen.
The assassin tilted her head slightly.
"How do you like the pain?" she asked.
Then she yanked.
Hard.
Jhonathan's arm was ripped free from his body in an instant, torn off by sheer force and chain leverage.
Leerooey froze.
But Jhonathan didn't scream.
He didn't even step back.
Three seconds later—
his arm regenerated completely.
As if nothing had happened.
The assassin's eyes narrowed.
Dexcalibur appeared in his remaining hand.
He swung.
A single clean slash cut through the chain connection point.
Metal broke instantly.
The hook shattered and fell apart.
The assassin didn't retreat.
She moved again—faster this time.
Chains wrapped around Jhonathan's neck.
A brutal pull followed.
His body was lifted, then split at the neck line by sheer pressure and force, his head and body forced apart by the tightening chain.
"You regret scaring me," she whispered.
But something changed.
From below, Jhonathan's body moved even without his head.
His legs shifted.
His torso twisted.
And in a sudden motion—
his body snapped upward and grabbed her foot.
He had anchored her.
Using himself.
The assassin froze.
Leerooey stepped back instinctively.
Jhonathan's head, still in her grasp, slowly turned his eyes toward her.
Not angry.
Not afraid.
Just… calm.
Too calm.
A silence filled the cabin.
Then both the assassin and Leerooey stopped moving.
Their bodies trembled.
And then—
they fainted at the same time.
The cabin went still again.
Only Jhonathan remained standing.
Slowly, his body reattached itself.
His head reformed onto his neck like a memory returning to place.
He exhaled once.
Not from pain.
But from something closer to exhaustion.
Another reset survived.
Another attack endured.
And somewhere in the distance…
the world kept preparing the next one.