As you drum your hands on the steering wheel of your car outside of where Gwendolyn is meant to live, you debate what you’re to do now you’ve realized what’s happened. You’re in another dimension, this game world. You have the journalist’s thoughts in your head, and yet you’re still you. Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted by a sharp tap on your car door.
“Excuse me, mind telling me what you’re doing on my driveway?” Gwendolyn’s voice is firm but inquisitive
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