She plummeted through time, a streak of pink light against the black. When her boots finally hit the earth, the year was 1800. The world was young, fresh, and utterly unaware of the Rules that would soon seek to shackle it.
The roadmap was drawn. The 101st Loop had begun, and this time, Unluck was going to be the greatest blessing the universe had ever seen. She plummeted through time, a streak of pink
She stepped into the light of his campfire. Andy looked up, his eyes hard and wild. He didn't know her—not yet. In this loop, she was the veteran and he was the rookie. The roadmap was drawn
"This time," she whispered, her fingers tracing the cold metal of the G-Liner pen, "no one gets left behind." Andy looked up, his eyes hard and wild
Fuuko didn't head for cover. She headed for the soul she knew was already suffering. In a dusty, forgotten corner of the world, a man with a blade through his chest and a curse in his veins sat waiting for a death that would never come.
Fuuko smiled, a tear blurring her vision as she held out a hand. "I'm your boss. And we have a lot of people to save."