The apartment looks exactly the same as in the game with the kitchen and the living room a familiar sight. The bedroom has the same colors as shown various times, bright colors without the decoration you've seen on screen. It's quite obvious that your MC-Twin doesn't live here anymore. A layer of dust covers every furniture and white sheets are laid over the more sensible parts.

A bit lost you're standing amidst the rooms and the huntress presses the spare keys into your hands.

"I don't know if our fingerprints are equal, so you better use the keys. Oh, and take this too!" she pulls a smartphone out of her back pocket and hands it over. „You can order food and stuff you need yourself. And don't worry about the money." a little amused wink in your direction. "This mobile is mine, but you can borrow it till tomorrow, and then you'll get your own."

You look at her, a bit overwhelmed with that new and at the same time oddly familiar place and the sudden friendliness she shows towards you.

"There are still some clothes in the wardrobe, so you have something to change into. I kept them here for emergency purposes as I moved into Rafayels place. Tomorrow I will get you some new ones." she looks around now, apparently reminiscing over some memories.

"It's been a while since I was last here... I wonder..." but she doesn't finish her sentence and turns swiftly to you instead. "I'm heading back now. I have to make sure that a silly stubborn fishie stays safe and takes his rest. Are you alright here?"

"Of course, go already." you smile warmly at her. "Take care of him in my name too."

And with a little surprising hug, she's out of the door, and you're alone now. Really alone for the first time since your arrival in Linkon City.

You stare mindlessly into your new home for a while, unsure what to do with your newfound freedom and solitude. Maybe start with some cleaning first, as you squint at the layers of dust all around you. A word and a blow! And as you worked yourself throughout the apartment, the thoughts were spinning in your head.

Why hadn't Rafayel told her about the bond with you, that he claims you also to be his bride? Was it only to not unnecessarily worry her?

You sigh while wiping the drawers and tables with some cleaning utensils you found under the kitchen sink.

And then there's still the riddle of how you ended up here. Out of all places, it's Linkon City, the city you only knew from a game you used to play. You try hard to remember what exactly you did before you opened your eyes on that bench in the park. It wasn't a park amidst the city, it was rather outside. Few people were walking around so chances that anybody had seen how you appeared are low. Should you ask your MC-Copy if she can get you there? Maybe it helps to jog your memory...

All you can think about is that the memory of your home is starting to blur in your mind and as you try to get pictures of your life before yesterday, it gets your head dizzy and worry starts to settle in. What if you forget about your original place? What if you forget that you aren't from here?

Your heart starts racing in your chest at that thought and a cold chill runs down your spine.

Frantically mopping the floors you force yourself to guide your mind elsewhere.

One other thing is quite strange... that evol thing. Did you set Rafayels shirt on fire? Or did he play a trick on you? But why should he do this? There's no reason he wants you to believe that you can resonate like the other You, right? On the other hand, do you really know enough about that secretive Lemurian that you can be sure about that?

"Not really..." you voice the answer as you prop up your chin on the mop handle. There are so many secrets around Rafayel, even in the game you were left with numerous questions about him...

Hours later, the sun already set, and the night is coming you're done, and all rooms are now dust-free and cleaned from top to bottom. You're sweaty and exhausted as you decide to take a shower, the hot relaxing water well deserved after your large-scale cleaning session.

Soon the room is filled with hot steam, and you finally find yourself relaxing under the hot stream of the shower, your head still circling all the questions you can't find an answer for.

Lucky for you, there were some towels left in a drawer, and you leave the bathroom wrapped in a quite small one in white that only covers you from your chest to your butt. Dangerously close above your private parts... yet nobody will see it, so who cares?

You open the bathroom door to leave the foggy place, and you bump into something. It is tall and heavy and together with that undefined obstacle you nearly fall back into the room, but something pulls you forward, and you end up landing on a mix of firm and softness. You open your eyes only to stare in big blue orbs, that retort your gaze in utter confusion.

Eyes with the color of clear summer skies that are oddly familiar and paired with silver-blonde hair

"Xavier?!"

"Good evening," he answers nonchalantly. "May I ask, what you are doing in my bathroom?"

You then slowly recognize that you've fallen onto him and that his arms hold you tight above his defined body. Your towel slipped over your butt as you've fallen, and his hands are dangerously close to that part, so you swiftly ease up from the hunter and try to cover all private parts with that now too less piece of fluffy cloth.

„Your bathroom? You're wrong, this is mine!" you squeak embarrassed.

"Oh..." he calmly states, heaving himself up in a sitting position. "Seems I teleported onto the wrong floor..." scratching his cheek sheepishly and looking curiously around the apartment. You gape at him in utter disbelief. How can he stay that calm?

„When did you move back in? Are you... having trouble with your... with that painter?" intense azure-colored eyes are back on you. And then he seems to recognize the state he found you in and with a light red hue on his cheeks he quickly stands up in a fluid motion. Without looking at you, he offers you his hand to help you stand.

Grateful for his gentlemanly gesture you take it and are lifted to your feet effortlessly. Unsure what to say and in which relation your Original left with Xavier you hesitate to answer him.

"Uhm... actually..." god what are you going to say? Hey, I'm not her, just her real me that transcended space and time to accidentally land here? Nah, you settle with a much simpler answer. "It's complicated." you fiddle with your towel and try to cover up what isn't meant to be seen by him.

Xavier still refuses to set a gaze on you and answers as he turns around to walk to the entrance door. That's when you see the blood on the back of his hunter's uniform, a deep red spot that covers half his rear side.

„Xavier, you're bleeding! Are you injured?" you call him to a halt.

With his head half turned to you, the red hue still on his cheeks „Oh that... it's nothing major. I'll patch it up and get some sleep." the silver-haired answers quietly, about to continue to leave with lengthy steps as you hurry after him and stopping him again with a grip at his wrist.

You don't know as much about first aid as MC would, but you can't leave him just like that. „It's on your back, Xavier. If you can't turn your head at 180 degrees you'll hardly reach it. Let me help you." you don't know where the sudden boldness comes from but you'll question yourself later.

With a strong pull at his cuff, you drag him into the living room, gesturing for him to take a seat which he obediently does, showing zero resistance.

"Please, take your clothes off as long as I get dressed properly" you laugh sheepishly and make your way into the bedroom to find the clothes your other self had mentioned earlier.

You return to Xavier in the living room wearing some comfy pants out of bright velvet material and a simple pink top. Now you know why she left these behind, they are comfy, but the fit is horrible. Since beggars can't be picky, you don't complain as you sit down beside the injured Hunter who sits in a slouched position. He stripped out of the upper parts of his uniform as you wanted, and you're greeted with his athletically trained torso. Now it's your turn to blush at the sight of his bare skin, and you try to hide your embarrassment with a cough and nudging him gently at his shoulder.

"Xavier? I got the first aid kit and want to tend to your wound now." you try to get him to sit upright, but there's no reaction.

Frowning you look around his lean form and find him with eyes closed and steadily breathing. Did he fall asleep? And then it hits you: of course! God, how could you forget? He must be exhausted from a mission and using his evol. This also has to be the reason why he teleported into the wrong place.

You decide to treat the wound and make him comfortable on your sofa. After experiencing how heavy Rafayel is you don't want to try to carry Xavier into bed. With his steeled body from all the sword fighting, he might turn out to be even heavier than the artist. Oh, how badly you want to exchange your body with your hunter twin now. Rafayel did have a point, she certainly inhabits more strength than you.

This is something you envy her for, besides that she has the love of the purple-haired man that you adore as much. And with a sigh, you do your best to patch Xavier up. The wound is not as big as you thought so fortunately you don't need some extra skills you don't have. Just cleaning the wound and applying a gauze bandage that you fix with some tape does the trick. After that is done you pull him carefully into a lying position and get him a blanket from your bed which you drape above his tall figure.

"Good night, Xavier," you whisper to the sleeping man and decide to follow suit. This day was exhausting enough and maybe tomorrow you'll get some answers to all the questions that bother you.

Cuddled in the former bed of your twin sleep comes fast and as you wake up the next morning you are greeted by sunshine that falls into the window the scent of freshly brewed coffee and some suspicious sounds from somewhere out your room. Still dizzy from your sleep you try to process what's going on. You swing your feet out of the bed and walk over to the wooden door. As you slowly open it you recognize the sound of a pan on a stove and more coming from the kitchen. Xavier is making breakfast? And a second later your clouded mind springs to alert.

Xavier is cooking breakfast!