Byleth goes back to before Kostas' arrival.

Byleth shook her head. Regardless of all this, she was headed back. She *must* head back… there was no question that at the very least, this course of events must end. Byleth closed her eyes.

The world took on an amethyst hue, cracks forming in reality. Byleth’s room was distorted, as though reflected in a broken mirror, before the pieces split and were violently cast away.

Like before, Byleth was suspended in darkness, shards of reality shimmering as they reversed. She didn't see so much as sense what was happening around her: She felt herself sitting up, now laying back down onto the bed. Kostas leaving the room, now shedding his clothes and falling back on top of her. Reality passed through her: of him finishing within her, of her struggling against him, of her pleasuring him with her mouth, of her opening the door and-

The light of dusk shown through her chamber’s windows. The purple hue had faded and Byleth was fully clothed once again, standing in front of her desk. Papers were strewn about - her students’ work. Bernadetta’s was next on the stack…

Where was she when Kostas had arrived? Whose paper was she on? How much time did she have unti-

A knock at the door.

Byleth jumped, sreafying herself on the desk.

Already!?

Byleth scrambled for her pants and pushed the front down frantically to find that the mark was indeed gone. Relief could only calm her so much though, as time once again was against her - fickle ally it was. She hadn’t even thought of what she would do when it came time to answer the door. Part of her had thought to escape before he even showed, but it was too late now. Her sword was within reach: she could fight him off, but the issues such action might cause within the monastery could eventually spiral out of control... And she wasn’t sure she could intimidate him either - he was either too cock-sure or too stupid. She could try though...

Thoughts of a different, and more frequent, nature entered her mind however, as she remembered that she still had more divine charges left. If she wanted to… she could...

Byleth had already done it once before. In the forest, when these thoughts first began… Those events never really happened, save for what she remembers. The last time she had called on this power was to indulge in her lust. She had done it before; This was nothing new. As long as she was okay with the memories she could do whatever she wanted. But if she didn’t think of a way out, she’d eventually be stuck right here, trying to think of an escape plan, once again.

Another knock on the door. Louder. More insistent. The kind that came from a clenched fist.

Byleth bit her lip as she turned towards the door and…