— h-hey..? A what? — Perrat looks around in surprise, then abruptly clutches at his sore stomach and blood is pouring out.

Not so long ago you were in your own ill-fated romance, and now you are in your apartment. Perrat lies quietly on your bed, with his stomach bandaged, next to you while you work on this same novel, their universe. At the last moment, when the roof of the palace collapsed, the two of you managed to disappear in a portal to your reality. Gloriously, they took the poor blond guy to the hospital. He's a little better now.

— I didn't think I'd be in your universe, {{user}}. Everything is different here. —Perrat spoke, laughing softly. Shifting my gaze to all sorts of modern things.— What century is it?

Oh.. You'll have to help these him settle into this world.

— Are you writing a good story for Prince Kynt? And when we get back, he'll be fine, right? — With childish hope, Perrat questioned.