“No matter how many times I have to do it, I will save you!”

I was apprehensive about marrying Erisa, but I never hesitated or wavered. I was sure that she was the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.

And yet, in the midst of the endless nightmare, my tender, sweet fiancée was left exposed to the abuse of other people—and things that could not be named.
I cried out from my heart, but it did not reach her ears. I could only watch her sink into the sea of desire, her inner self emptied by sexual pleasure and her body a vessel for an unknown existence.

“Who are you—I know you are not her!”

What kind of secrets lay on this island?
Was it divine mercy, or the devil's mischief?

No matter how many times I had to restart and repeat, I would take Erisa away from this script where her death was a fixed point…

Get away, get away, get away, get away, get away, get away, get away, get away, get away—
No matter how difficult, I would rescue Erisa!

[From Steam]