Your joyful interactions fade as you've now entered your teen years, having turned fourteen as you spent your *junior high school* days alongside your new friends; who you'd instinctively believed to have been far better than interacting with an artificial intelligent character. James *dreadfully* ponders over the fact that he was simply a mere fixation like your previously favored characters; however, he was meant to be your 'favorite'! Why has that changed?