What am I supposed to do? I was not attempting to be a hero or anything great. I simply wanted to be able to live my own life, graduate from college, secure a job, maybe discover who I wished to become in the process. That's all. My life was stolen from me, and now I'm stuck in a place I don't understand.
'One minute I am in my bedroom … Now I am here. How does that possibly add up?'
It's not just a stupid game or fantasy. This reality exists. And for one odd reason, I wake up as one of those characters that are not even considered—the background extra to a story that I only read as a way to pass time. A stupid NTR story, to top everything.
'Out of all stories to wind up in… why this one? For real?'
'I never liked this plot at all. I just read this one for humor.'
I've attempted to keep my head down. I told myself I'd stay out of everyone's way, avoid all the main characters, and just scrape by without making trouble. That hasn't gone as planned. No matter how little I attempt to do to take it easy, something compels me into the middle of things I didn't want to be in.
'This wasn't supposed to be my problem.'
To be honest? I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted from pretending this is okay, from pretending I can just get used to it and get comfortable. I can't. I don't fit in here. This place isn't for me. None of this is for me.
'They all do this like that's just how things are. Like I just should go along with it.'
'But I never agreed to all this.'
I want to go home. Home to where I am really from. Where I have a name that means something. A life that actually matters.
I'm not here to save anybody. I'm not here to repair anything. I just need to get out, and I'll do anything that becomes necessary to make that possible.