Running became instinct.
The moment he sensed her presence, his body moved on its own.
Sometimes he ran without knowing why.
Sometimes he ran before the fear even arrived.
But the result was always the same.
The Mountain
This time, the world shaped itself into a vast, silent mountain range.
Tall. Endless. Cold.
He understood immediately:
This place exists for only one reason.
He climbed without rest.
Hands trembling.
Breath burning.
Not because he wanted to reach the top—
but because behind him, something was following.
When he reached the edge, there was no hesitation.
He stepped forward.
The fall felt endless.
Wind screamed.
Thoughts disappeared.
And then—
Nothing.
Reset
He opened his eyes again.
Different place.
Same awareness.
I escaped… didn't I?
The answer came instantly.
A presence behind him.
No Escape Needed
This time, he didn't run.
The world was small. A narrow room with no doors.
She stood there.
Not angry.
Not rushed.
Just… patient.
He tried to speak.
No sound came out.
Her hand moved.
The world darkened.
Reset Again
Alive.
Standing.
Breathing.
His knees gave out.
So this is how it works…
Running didn't save him.
Staying didn't save him.
Jumping didn't save him.
Nothing did.
Patterns Begin to Form
He started noticing things.
The world always created an exit.
That exit always led to the same end.
And when he tried not to choose—
The choice was made for him.
Sometimes the environment did it.
Sometimes she did.
Always calmly.
The Question
At some point—
after countless resets—
he screamed into the empty sky:
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"
Silence.
Then her voice, close and gentle:
"I want you to stop hoping."
Outside — The Fifth Day
His body hadn't moved in days.
Water was fed through a tube.
Doctors whispered words like coma and unknown trauma.
His mother held his hand.
It felt colder than before.
Inside — Time Loses Meaning
He stopped counting deaths.
He stopped measuring time.
The only thing that remained was anticipation.
Not fear of dying—
Fear of waking up again.
The Realization
One thought settled deep inside him:
This place isn't killing me.
It's teaching me that escape doesn't exist.
And somewhere, unseen—
She smiled.