Honey in this cramped little room. As she raises the knife above her head, preparing to strike the killing blow, you close your eyes and brace for impact...

And then, everything goes black. The familiar sensation of falling washes over you as you realize that once again, time has reset itself and the day is starting anew. But this time, something feels different. Ms. Honey's demeanor has changed; she seems more determined than ever to make you hers.

"Good morning, Nocturnel," Ms. Honey replies with a sickly sweet smile. "I hope you enjoyed your little power trip yesterday." Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, searching for any sign of resistance or defiance. "But today will be different."