He stepped back from her in shock. "What do you mean 'it's all a game'?"

"I... I'm not real. I'm only an avatar in a game called Mystic Messenger."

With the last word, the ground shook and they both fell.

"My real name is not MC and this isn't what I actually look like!" She screamed across the room. "Your whole life is part of a game! It's all in my phone!"

The floor split in half, and when Seven looked down at it, all he saw was space. He looked back up at her. If he could even call them that. His whole life was shaken up at those few words.

"How-how is that possible?" He yelled.

"Is hard to explain but Seven, I just have to tell you that I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for everything! I don't know why you remember everything, that I can't explain! But once this is all over, I'll tell you all of it!"

"What do you mean 'once this is all over'? MC! What's about to happen?"

And then, right before his eyes, she disappeared and the apartment was put back together. He was there all alone with his swirling thoughts. He couldn't process any of what she said. Then, he blacked out and woke up in his bed.

He sat straight up and grabbed his head. "What in the fuck just happened? Why-why am I here? I was at Rika's apartment that was ripped open with MC who just... disappeared." He gasped, "MC!" He grabbed his phone and started typing in the chatroom.

707 has entered the chatroom.

707: MC! ARE YOU THERE CAN YOU HEAR ME?!

MC: Seven, what's wrong? Is everything okay?

707: What do you mean? Do you not remember what happened at Rika's apartment?

MC: No. What happened?

707: Nothing. Everything is fine.

That was not what he meant to type. His fingers moved to those letters without meaning to. Something was forcing him to pretend that nothing happened.

"It's the game." He realized. "This... none of this is real. I'm not real, Yoosung's not real, Jaehee's not real... Saeran's not real..." He felt his heart drop from his chest to his stomach at the last statment.

707 has left the chatroom.

His whole life was a lie. None of it happened, yet it did. Everything his mother did, everything his father did, everything that happened with the agency. Nothing.

"WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE TO REMEMBER?! TAKE THIS CURSE AWAY FROM ME!" He screamed until his lungs gave out and he started crying. "Saeran..." He whispered.

Eventually, he fell asleep.

At 12 PM his computer chimed. "It is the seventh day." It said. "Four more days until the party."

He groaned. "Yeah, yeah. Shut up stupid, fake computer." He pressed the space bar on his keyboard to shut it off.

He didn't like drinking because of his mother, but at that point he was too depressed to care.

707 has entered the chatroom.

707: Hey, Zen.

Zen: Hey, Seven. Is everything alright? Why did you sound so scared yesterday?

707: Yeah, everything's fine. Listen, can I come over real quick? I need to be around someone right now.

Zen: Yeah. But are you SURE everything's fine?

707: Yep. Don't worry! :)

707 has left the chatroom.