Nomanalive

How long can one ignore the voices in their head?

Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. 

For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. 
As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. 

One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost.

The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

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Maids VS Apocalypse

Still dumbfounded, Mark took a few seconds to come up with a response.

"Just so you know, she's Lara in name and appearance alone." He opened his inventory and selected the pen from the list ten materialized it with the 'Use' option. "The person on the inside is entirely different."

Kanna appeared confused, but only for a second. She snatched the pen then turned back to the maid.

The question appeared to serve no point as the illustrator pointed at an empty sofa. She gave a few more instructions then dragged a chair and sat down herself, and with the pen and tablet in hand, she began sketching.

A few minutes passed before anyone spoke again.

"If… if she isn't Lara then who… who is she?" Pausing, the illustrator looked back at Mark. "Don't tell me it's just a cosplay?"

The Real Lara.