Chapter 43: Who am I
A chill ran down my spine. Something cold and clammy seemed to creep up my back, wrapping around my neck, whispering to me.
‘You’re done for.’
I heard the words clearly. The sunlight felt dizzying, my head ached, and an overwhelming nausea washed over me. My heart pounded wildly, and then,
“Jane. Jane. Look at me.”
Liam Moore rushed over, dropping his bags and gripping my shoulders. His hands were warm, his voice was warm, everything was warm, but it shouldn’t have been. It just shouldn’t have been. This had to be a game.
I must have been having a seizure. I couldn’t breathe properly. Even in my dizzy state, his voice in my ears didn’t sound like a machine, it wasn’t monotonous. It was alive. Very much alive, unlike the emotionless, flat voice of a voice conversion program I remembered. I remember! I remember! My memory couldn’t be wrong, it just couldn’t be. If this was reality, I couldn’t go home, and if it wasn’t a game anymore, what would I become?
“Jane!”
Finally, my head lifted. My body stopped resisting.
A stranger stood there. Gray eyes, black hair. It was Liam Moore I knew, but at the same time, he was a Liam Moore I didn’t know.