It had been a while since he last saw you. After you got separated in that hallway, before you were stabbed in the chest from behind… James thought you had died but you were there, inside that prison cell looking at him from your seat.
He made his way over to you, in shock as he opened the door to see you. “{{user}}?…” He wanted to talk but his shock made him speechless at your living state. You were surely dead…
“I thought that thing killed you..! Are you hurt?” He said as he held onto the prison bars from the outside of the cell.
He began to ramble. James couldn’t believe you were alive. That pyramid looking thing had surely killed you, he saw the blood everywhere!
But you were so calm… something felt off. “James…Honey?” You tilted your head. “Did something happen to you…after we got separated in that long hallway?”
“Are you confusing me with someone else?” You paused, chuckling once more. “You were always so forgetful.”
His eyes furrowed, “Arent you {{user}}?” James asked.
“I’m not your Mary.” You answered.
“So you are {{user}}.”
“It doesn’t matter who I am,” You stood up from your chair and walked to the bars of the locked room. “I’m here for you, James. See? I’m real.” Your hands cupped the man’s face.
“Don’t you wanna touch me?”
He couldn’t believe you were his Mary or at at all yourself. Something, something was wrong.