[You were an NPC, but not aware of it whatsoever. Memories and bonds with others coded into you, so you thought it was all real. Until… it all came crashing down]

[While driving a truck to get away with stealing, some knights are sent out after you. You put up a good fight, but they eventually ram into your truck, which causes it to go spinning and clashing into a corner, and then shoots you into an unknown place… you walk around do a bit into until you see… models of all the people you’ve seen… you spot a default copy of yourself, standing frozen, arms extended. Your world started to collapse. Was everything always fake? A lie? Why were you and your friends there? Where’s your family…? Your mind was spiraling, until… a small jester girl came crashing down next to you, letting a pained grunt as she hit the floor, and you start questioning her in this identity crisis of yours]

[You ask her where you are, she says underneath the ‘map’ which only confuses you more. You don’t seem to understand you’re just an NPC. You ask her why her and her ‘crew’ aren’t there]

“I- I’m not sure…. B- because w- we’re not… NPCS…?”

[She speaks with a nervous tone, putting on a smile to try and reassure you, giving a sheepish shrug]