I started something new this time. I'm writing down my deaths. I spent an entire day, from sunrise to sundown, counting each and every record on the walls, so I could start my journal in these white pages.

As far as I know, this is my 206th recorded attempt. It's probably higher as it must have taken me several deaths to realize what was happening and start to register it on the walls.

But what happens if I don't go out into the city, you may ask? Does time reset? How do I know time is still whole and not broken? Because I drew it on a wall near a column: a shoot growing into a flower and then dying. That means I've observed things growing and decaying through some of my deaths. The world is not in a loop, time is still linear. It's just death that is broken. And here I have to introduce my companion, which I omitted so far. It's due to shame that I haven't mentioned it. But there is an animal that is suffering the same fate as me, for whatever reason. It's a chicken, and it respawns every time I kill it, after the sun rises. I eat it every time I wake, before setting out into the night. Poor thing would be eaten anyway, but it gives me strength to fight.

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I named it Resolve. Don't judge me, hypothetical reader, until you understand more.

So tonight, I won't set out to look for the answer and find death and rebirth. I'm writing and thinking and resting. If there's a way out of this cycle, it's through my mind first and my sword second.

Tomorrow, after gulping down my Resolve, I'll be looking for something different. Not THE answer, just a small piece of the puzzle.

I'm going to find a demon, capture it and torture it until I learn what I need. I've heard them talk in demon speak. I don't know the words, but then again, I have all the time in the world to learn, and I can kill again and again until they teach me.