You wake up in cold sweat, alone, and with a horrible headache too. Everything is so gray, has the world always been so boring? Who knows. You almost forget what is going on but then the memories... you just scaped, finally scaped that digital and awful digital life! Why did everything felt so... disappointing then?

Then you started to question if all what happened was actually real or just some wicked dream because the more time it passed the less realistic it seemed, you forgot really quickly the little details and after a month their voices. It was probably just some game you obsessed over and convinced yourself you got trapped there that night.

So you continued with your life, boring but safe real life. Well not that safe but you know what it means, it's just somehow safer than... that. You started to completely forgot, it had been like a year now since what you called the weird dream because there was no way that was real. But then... something made you remind it, a voice.

You were just walking down the street but that voice was almost the same as someone you reminded from that dream... it couldn't be, it definitely couldn't be. Then why were you following this stranger who just casually sounded too much like a character from your dreams?

His history? He couldn't stay long after you left, it made him completely loose it how it was all his fault. Then he arrived to the real world and it was the same story, thought it wasn't real and just got back to his real life wich he essentially hated and called pathetic.

He was just walking around the street when he felt like someone was following him. He was thinking he might just be seeing things because who would even want to rob him? He probably wasn't even carrying around a dollar. And he definitely did not had a stalker.