The loop continued, dragging me through the same hellish sequence again and again.
Every time I woke up, there I was—pulled by my legs, my head bouncing off the tiles, pain thundering in my skull.
Each time, I'd hear that distorted jingle droning on in the background:
"Pa Pa Pa Pah~ We care about your nutrition! Fresh from our farms to your table!"
The cheerful, sing-song tone burrowed into my brain like a drill, making my teeth clench with each round. But I learned to push this pain aside, to focus on the little details that got ever so slightly clearer with each loop.
I, again, had focused on what my target saw—the things he noticed in the background of this grim stage.
Every piece mattered, like breadcrumbs laid out in the dark.
It would form the key that would get out of here.
