“Well… this is awkward,” the woman said sitting across from me.

Instead of answering, I started trying to figure out where I was. Tan walls that were in desperate need of some kind of decoration, a concrete floor begging to skin some knees, but no door. Or windows.

“Hey, dude! Can you give me some acknowledgment?” She prodded, bringing my eyes back to her. Hair the color of honey, baggy shirt and jeans, dark, navy eyes like the deepest water that I felt like I knew…

“Ah, man. Again?” I sighed. It all came rushing back, “Jeez, sorry Alyssa. It took me longer this time.”

“Nah, it’s okay. What place is this? Lucky number 12?” Alyssa groaned, standing up.

I rose too. “No… 12 was the cool room that had a skylight. I think this is 13.”

“Oh, even better. Well, let’s get to work,” my girlfriend said as she pulled out her sword and swung at my head.

Because when you’re locked in an inescapable room every time you reincarnate and can’t leave until someone dies, life gets a little more messy.