The roadmap was drawn. The 101st Loop had begun, and this time, Unluck was going to be the greatest blessing the universe had ever seen.
"This time," she whispered, her fingers tracing the cold metal of the G-Liner pen, "no one gets left behind." The roadmap was drawn
She plummeted through time, a streak of pink light against the black. When her boots finally hit the earth, the year was 1800. The world was young, fresh, and utterly unaware of the Rules that would soon seek to shackle it. and this time
"Who the hell are you?" he growled, hand tightening on his sword. " she whispered