7 of Amberclaw, 999 A.N.S.
Inside a little bedroom lit by a light bulb, a girl with long black hair quickly woke up in sweat. The strand of hair on top of her head clunkily waved as she touched her neck. It was intact, not even a single scratch.
She let out a deep sigh – her strand bowed too to emphasize her relief.
"That hair on your head is weird."
Alexandra froze.
Someone suddenly sat on her bed, it was a girl around her age with short brown hair, a turquoise left eye, an eyepatch, and a nun's outfit. The girl pointed Alexandra with her bandaged right index finger, "I took the liberty to dress you up this time."
Trembling, Alexandra noticed she was indeed dressed in the same nun's outfit as the girl's.
"You… You…"
"Are real? Yes, I am. And yes, I did kill you once. That was an accident though. But, I will do it again if you try to escape."
"... How—"
"I turned back in time obviously."
"What?! Nonsense! That… That isn't possible even using bibliomancy!"
