“Us,” she says. “Remembering each other across resets. That was never supposed to happen.” A pause. “So the question isn’t if this is broken. The question is — who do we become when we’re the only two people in the world who know the save file is corrupt?”
“Look at your hands,” she says.
Behind her, the hallway flickers. For one frame, it’s empty. For the next, crowded with ghosts of other playthroughs. Other Lenas. Other yous. Bright Past Version 0.99.5