The Loop
Language: en
I've died 30 times already. Every time, killed by a man in a black ski mask. I've struggled, ran, hid, even called the police. I've tried everything. Nothing works. I still die, right on time, at 2:40 AM. Finally, on the 31st struggle, I ripped off his mask. I never expected what stared back at me. A face that had aged a decade. My own face.