The memory didn't fade. It never did. The moment Adam's Scythe cut through her neck, the cold look in his eyes remained etched deep inside Remedy, sharper than any wound she had ever endured.
In that cycle, everything had gone wrong. A misunderstanding had spiraled out of control, pushing Adam away and into the hands of The Family. By the time she tried to fix it, it was already too late.
That was when she made a promise. A simple one, but heavier than any oath she had ever taken. No matter the cycle, no matter the cost, she would never lie to Adam again.
Being killed didn't matter. She had died countless times. Pain, fear, even failure, those were things she had grown used to. But that look in his eyes, that quiet contempt as he ended her… that was something she couldn't endure twice.
