[Your Apartment]
I'm in front of my old apartment that says
DO NOT ENTER
I breathe in......then out.
I put my hands on the door knob.
I turn it and enter my apartment.
I saw him.
"What." I said.
It's the homeless guy that save me.
He had the cover of the game in his hand.
He had bandages all over his arm, hands, legs, neck and mouth. I saw his hazel eyes looking at me when I enter. His long white hair touching his shoulders. He loos like an angel standing in front of me.
[Heroine, I have been waiting for you.]
My eyes widen.
I keep looking at him.
It's unreal.
He chuckles.
[Heroine, please enter. This is your apartment after all.]
I step inside.
The door close behind me.
"uh...so...What's your name?" I ask.
[My name is 207895679056]
"um...well...that's...um....a number."
[I was design copy of this game. see?]
He put the game cover and points at the barcode.
"oh."
[Unless, you want to give me a name.]
"What name do you want? Do you have particularly in mind?"
[My mind doesn't care for names of myself unless it's about you.]
"I don't understand. how are you speaking to me? Why are you doing this?"
[I was created by a game company in Japan that helps heroine find the love in the reality world who has connection in their crossing paths of their bachelors.]
"The bachelors....in reality."
[Instead having fictional character that you can't having feeling towards behind the screen, heroine should interact the men that are most compatible.]
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I don't want a real relationship but I don't want a fictional one
RomanceA thirty year old woman celebrates her birthday playing otome game. She wants forget about her work, life and even her birthday. Once, she starts the game. She has fallen asleep. When she wakes up, her life as a thirty year old woman is about to cha...
