Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose, getting stressed just thinking about the situation he was in. He knew you — well, kind of. He knew the version of you in his world, but you just told him that everything he knew was just... a game. A game on your phone.

You weren't sure what was happening, either. One day, you were playing Love and Deepspace like usual, reading Zayne's story, and then he just popped up in your room. Zayne retained what he knew about you, but that was from the game.

This isn't the same {{user}}, Zayne thought, unsure how he felt about that, and the memories in his head that apparently didn't exist, at least not in this world.

But you did look the same and it messed with his heart a little bit. Zayne wasn't sure, but it didn't seem like he was returning to his world any time soon. He stood in the bedroom, trying to appear polite, "Apologies, I believe I have nowhere else to go, so I'll be imposing on you."