[You have done well, Prospect Amadi. For this, you’ll be given a boon. You may not remember these words, but we do this as a kindness, for the suffering you have endured.

  It is a cruel thing we must do. But you are strong, and you can bear the coming trials easier with this power.]

  Victor woke up on a couch with a coke in his hand and the TV running. The news channels kept running and for once, he decided to let himself take a break. After the last loop, he could spare a few hours.

  He took a sip from the coke and turned the channels to some movie instead. When he finished that, he sighed and put the can down onto the table and stood up. He had a job to do.

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  But then something curious happened. His doorbell rang. Which hadn’t happened at all in the previous loops.

  Wait, did I just skip this part every time?

  Victor slowly, apprehensively, approached the door to his room. When he pushed down the handle and looked outside, his jaw dropped.

  “Vic… where are we?” Amadeus asked him from the other side. “I was outside and everyone was going about like it was normal! And I’ve got these memories that make my head spin lik-”

  Victor chuckled.

  “Hey, Am, want a drink?”

  Amadeus looked at him like he was crazy. Then he looked around himself, licked his lips and shrugged his shoulders.

  “You got any coke?”