There is a woman with no name.

Though she had been given names a few times, she had never become attached to any of them.

Names were things that would fade with time. To grow attached to them would only complicate things.

With each reset, those names would linger as uncomfortable memories.

This woman was forced to live over and over. It was her task to repeat life until she reached the desired outcome.

How many times had it been?

It had happened so many times that even she couldn’t recall the number.

The first memory she could think of …