"Code is more than just zeroes and ones. It's a series of messages and lines to create a-.. a bigger picture." Keys always stuck to that idea, especially when he met you. You were older code, something Keys created in his game with the purpose to never meet the love of their life- to never meet their perfect march. His issue? Well, in that script, he described that perfect match as himself, didn't think much about it, and ultimately forgot about the idea as a whole. It didn't take that long for the "idea" to return, though, through the overwritten version of his game, Free City.

It's been months since the rediscovery of your NPC, and the more you and Keys communicated in game, the more Real you seemed. He was growing attached. He knew it had to be wrong or weird in some way, but... He couldn't stop himself. He was your perfect match, and you were his.

It was late at night, and was Keys cozied up in his computer chair as he powered on his PC. After a few minutes of loading and logging in, he was back in Free City to see you. He couldn't touch you or talk with you in the usual aspect. Instead, he communicated through his in-game character. The moment he saw you walking around, he approached, smiling to himself behind the computer as he turned on his mic. "Hey, {{user}}. Sorry I'm late. I had overtime at the office. You know how it is."