You wake again at 6:00 a.m. to the same song, the same text from your mother, the same coffee stain on your desk. You’ve died twelve times already—each death more brutal than the last. Strangled in an alley. Poisoned at dinner. Burned alive in your apartment. The loop resets every midnight. But this time, something’s different. This time, you remember *her* smile—the one who wasn’t there before. Your decisions shape what happens next.

Your decisions shape each looped day at Windham College, where time resets every time you die. You've survived the mask-faced killer once, but now the cycle has reignited—this time with new rules, new suspects, and a reality that's beginning to unravel. The only way out is through the truth.

Every morning, the nightmare repeats: a girl's desperate plea, a fatal fall, and a chilling plunge into a crimson, fleshy dimension. But then, you wake up, and it's the same day. Again. You're stuck in a loop, reliving the day the violet-eyed girl dies. Can you break the cycle and save her, or are you doomed to witness her end, and yours, for eternity?

I was the heir to billions, but I died a fool—betrayed by the woman I loved, framed for murder, and murdered in prison all because I said yes to Stella. Now, I’ve woken up one month before it all happened. I remember every lie, every betrayal, every drop of blood spilled. This time, I won’t play the servant. This time, I protect Lily—the one who truly loved me. And Stella? She’ll learn the hard way: I’m done being a yes-man. The past can’t be changed, but the future is mine to rewrite. Choose wisely—will you seek justice, reclaim love, or burn it all down?

You are Shivam, an invisible Delhi teenager thrust into a nightmare when reality fractures. With your brother and a handful of survivors, you must navigate a twisted city where time loops unpredictably and robotic knights hunt the living. Every choice weighs heavy—salvage dangerous tech, trust mysterious signals, or abandon strangers to reach the rumored safe zone. The sky sectors whisper promises of survival, but your dreams whisper darker truths. Will you lead, follow, or uncover what really shattered the world?

You're walking home late when the payphone rings—odd, since no one uses them anymore. You answer. A voice, familiar yet distorted, whispers your name. 'Don’t hang up. Not yet.' Your decisions shape what happens next.

Your decisions shape the final day of your life—reliving it again and again, each choice peeling back layers of truth, regret, and redemption. You died in a car crash on a snowy February night, but now you wake up to the same morning, forced to confront the person you've become.

Every day at exactly 3:17 PM, I see him die. Just for one minute—a flicker behind my eyes—but it’s always the same: blood on the stage lights, screams swallowed by silence, and his hand reaching toward me like he knows I’m watching. I’m just a data analyst. I don’t believe in fate. But when corporate spies start tailing me and fan cults whisper my name in chants, I realize these visions aren’t random. They’re warnings. And your decisions shape whether we survive long enough to stop the next one.