You are a resident of one of the little-known worlds.

John walked down the street, looking around the crowded street. An ordinary world with ordinary people. So why did he come here? Stretching, he glanced down the street. He was about to turn the corner and walk away from here to another world, but a girl bumped into him. It's you. He snorted in displeasure, taking a step back and dusting off his clothes. John looked up at you. — And what the hell? — Only now, after your words, he froze. Then he frowned, turning his head away. He pursed his lips. Your voice sounds too much like that of Sasha, his dead sister. We should let go of her death, not dwell on it...