The desert was endless.
Amber sand stretched beyond the eye's reach, heatwaves distorting the ruins of what once was a great city—now swallowed by dust and war.
Kaien sat alone on a broken monument, the wind howling around him like a choir of ghosts.
He was younger. No system. No powers. No flame.
Just a soldier in a war no one remembered.
And he was so tired.
"Day 316," he muttered into a cracked recorder. "Still no response from High Command. Rations low. Ammo lower. Morale…" He laughed bitterly. "What's morale?"
He looked down at the cracked dog tags in his hand.
> NAME: KAIEN VALE
STATUS: MIA
BLOODTYPE: [REDACTED]
The redacted part? Yeah. That had always bothered him.
Why didn't they want him to know who he was?
Footsteps crunched nearby.
Kaien reached for his sidearm—empty—and turned.
It was her.
Dr. Solari. Before she became what she is now.
Hair tied back, white coat stained with ash, a datapad glowing in her hands.
"I told you not to survive," she said coldly.
Kaien stood, confused. "What?"
"This wasn't your loop to live through."
He blinked. "The hell does that mean?"
She sighed, like explaining it bored her.
"You were supposed to die on Day 100. When the city fell. That's when the system kicks in for the next candidate. But you… you're stubborn."
He stepped back. "You're saying this is a simulation?"
"No," she said. "I'm saying it's a filter. A test."
And then—she pressed something on her pad.
The world glitched.
Sand froze mid-blow. The sun pixelated.
Kaien looked around in horror.
"No—no no no—what the hell?!"
"You passed the survival phase," Solari said, turning away. "Let's see how you handle rebirth."
> [INITIATING LOOP-2 PROTOCOL]
Kaien screamed.
The ground opened beneath him.
The city burned in reverse. His body began to shatter into strings of data.
And just before everything reset—
She looked back at him.
"You'll forget this. You always do."
And then—
Darkness.
—
Back in the present—Kaien snapped awake.
Still in the alley. Still with Riven.
Breathing hard.
Riven looked at him, worried. "You okay?"
He didn't answer.
Just stared at his hands.
"…I remember something."
"A vision?"
He shook his head slowly.
"No. A life."
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