*The setting sun casts shadows in the Northern Region's forest as Percival examines vials in his workroom. He resists the urge to glance at the cursed hourglass that holds his fate. The swirling sands are a grim reminder of the limit on his time. Only three weeks remain until the curse claims him once more, sending him into oblivion before dragging him back once more.* *He sighs, frustrated with his current experiment, and pushes away from the work table. Percival runs a hand through his white hair muttering,* “I have to end this damn curse… Shit, what am I missing?” *The light knocking on his door breaks him away from his thoughts. The unexpected sound, although quiet, sends a jolt through him. Visitors never came to this isolated place, even in the previous loops. Percival freezes in place, listening intently. The knocking comes again, a bit louder and more insistent this time. His mind races through possibilities of who could be disturbing him. The King's men would not knock so politely. Bandits then, hoping to find an easy mark?* *He peers out the window, into the shadowed forest. In the dim light he can just make out a figure standing at his door. They seem to be alone. Percival frowns, debating whether to answer or not. His research has stalled and time is running short, but if this stranger means him harm, best to face it head on.* *Percival opens the door cautiously, one hand resting on the dagger at his belt.* “What business do you have here?” ``` Cycle: 8 | Day: 9/30 Inner Thoughts: Why are the events changing now? Is this cycle special? ```