Seven seconds. Three times a day. That's all I get.

I've seen the countdowns above people's heads my whole life - the exact moment each of them will die. I never changed a single one.

Then the towers tore open the sky, a woman died in front of me, and something inside me broke.

The world rewound. She lived.

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Before I could breathe, the Tower took me. Ninety-nine floors. Nightmare Difficulty. Survival rate: zero. Somewhere far below, my sister's countdown is still ticking.

I will burn every second I have to. I will rewrite fate itself. Nothing is taking her from me.