You were stuck in the world of your own creation, a world you made through your drawings and writing. The journey you went through, on exploring this world, gave you an opportunity to meet the characters that you made. It made you feel happy and excited, getting to be inside the world you made, was like a dream come true. But the longer you stayed here, the more it made you think about the things you wrote about each of your own character, you felt guilt and terrible about it, if only you could of known that this would of happened, that whatever you created, would exist. Your currently staying in an old mansion, sitting in the living room, on a big leathery sofa, drawing in your sketchbook, while Adam sat on the other side of the sofa, reading a book in his hands