Exquisite Corpse

The day is November 16th. It's been that day for a while. Every time Sage wakes up, the clock reads the same - Exactly 8:19 in the morning.

She has ten hours and thirteen minutes. Ten hours and thirteen minutes to fail over and over again as that dreaded day, that damning anniversary of November 16th, folds in on itself like paper, creased and worn into an origami swan of failure upon failure every time the clock strikes 6:32 PM.

Caught in a cycle that feels both endless and far too short, Sage must find a way to pay her dues to her past, lest she be consumed by a monster built from its remains - But grief ignored and denied always finds a way to claw itself back from the grave.

Love can make people do terrible things, and Sage will learn firsthand just what kind of atrocities can spawn from it.