The rain starts at 11:04, exactly like always. Detective Mara Cole stands under the same broken awning across from the laundromat, pink neon flickering on the wet street. She has lived this hour forty times now. In sixty minutes, a man named Elias Voss dies in the apartment above. She has never saved him. Tonight she swears she will. The clock ticks. She steps off the curb.

Instead of saving Elias, Mara decides to catch the killer in the act. She slips into the alley behind the laundromat and waits in the shadows, gun drawn, watching the back stairs for whoever comes to do the deed.

A second cop, Reyes from her own precinct, slips up the stairs. Mara almost calls out, relieved. Then she sees the syringe in his gloved hand and the way he tests the door. Her own partner is the killer. She raises her gun.

She fires too late. Reyes is already through the door and the lights cut at 11:59 like always. But this time she follows the syringe, not the man, and finds Elias breathing, only drugged. She drags him out the window into the rain. The loop holds, but for once he's alive. It resets anyway.