Waking as Elowen

She opened her eyes.

The ceiling was unfamiliar. Damp air sat against her mouth. Under her back and buttocks, a cold, rough surface held her.

She pushed up on her palms. The stone bit her spine. Soft breasts hung and shifted with the sit; the waist beneath them was thin. She looked around.

"Where is this?" the user said.

The voice that came out was clear and young — not the one they remembered.

The user looked down.

(Hollowwick. That chest is Elowen's.)

The heroine of the adult game. They touched their own face and felt it answer. Possession, already done. They were not standing beside her.

They started trying to recall where they had last been in the game. The last moment would not come complete.

Sure of the body, the user turned to identify the place, and the situation still unanswered.