Protect. Fight. Survive. Repeat.

She wasn't always like this. No one ever started like this. The memories played on repeat in her mind. The mental and physical pain. Her deaths. She resets. What that monster called her. Nine. He never once called her by her name. Just nine. Four words played in her mind.

Survive. Build a shelter. No. Not needed. Make a weapons. Not needed. She's safe. Hunt for food. No. Not needed. Her mother was here with freshly made food. Run! Not needed. She's safe. She's home. Fight. Go for the neck. No, no need. Not a threat. The heart. Not needed. The man pose no threat. She is safe. She is strong. Swipe the legs. There. Is. No. Need. She is back in reality. Back home. In Japan. With her mother and her friend. Safe. Home. She is safe. She is home. Protect. Help than and child back home. No need. They do not exist. They need help. There not real. Protect the boy. She did. She succeeded. But now she's back home. And she can... no. Needs to protect new people. Repeat. No. She will never ever repeat that hell hole. She'll never go back. She'd rather die.

That monster took everything from her. He wanted to make the perfect being. A god. She was his ninth victim. His closest thing to success before he was caught. He had tried eight people before her. Men and women. All too young, too old, or just didn't work out. All broke, all officially died before they could reach test three. All but her. She had fought tooth and nail to survive. To live. To escape. But his phantom grip on her will never be released. At least not until he's dead. Or until he's succeeded.

She'll either kill him herself or kill herself before he can even touch her. She'd rather die once again, truly die before she allows herself to go through that hell. After all, he said he wasn't done yet when she was finally free. She knew he wasn't.

He said he had five tests. She'd only gone through three and a half out of the five. Meaning he'll hunt her down. He'll escape. Break free then he'll finish what he started.