46. Memories of cliff and incoming truck

AT THE SAME TIME

WANESSA'S POINT OF VIEW:

The room had settled into an uneasy silence, the weight of Wren's words sinking into everyone's minds. It seems that everyone understood the importance of her words and information she just have shared with us.

"It's a reverse harem game." She had said. And now, she was staring at the ceiling like she'd rather be anywhere else.

I frowned, crossing my arms. 

"And?"I asked.

Wren groaned, running a hand through her hair. 

"And it was never finished."Wren explained.

"What do you mean… unfinished? I don't have memories playing a game like you do. It feels like my real life."I said.

Wren met my gaze, her blue eyes troubled. It seems that when our bodies or souls are split, we get our real life memories. I get from this world, and she gets from the earth.