The following is a transcript of a meeting taken place in Dr. Wo's office. As such, it begins at 4:31PM, April 5th 2018.

[Dr. Wo] Good evening, Mr. Cross. Mrs. Cross.

[Mrs. Cross] H-hello, Dr. Wo.

[Mr. Cross] How is our boy doing?

[Dr. Wo] He's made remarkable progress since his admission four months ago. In fact, he's almost ready to re-enter society.

[Mrs. Cross] That's wonderful news!

[Dr. Wo] Please don't get too excited yet. There are some things I'd like you to know first.

[Mr. Cross] Yes?

[Dr. Wo] We've pinpointed the reason he went wild five months ago. Apparently, Alex has Wesley Syndrome.

[Mrs. Cross] What's that? Is it curable?

[Dr. Wo] I'm afraid not, ma'am. Wesley Syndrome has many similarities to Multiple Personality disorder, but there are two key differences. One, both personalities are not equal. One is 'weak' and the other 'strong', meaning that all positive attributes are subconsciously put under 'strong' but 'weak' gets all the negative. Usually, the weaker personality is the one that is expressed, which explains why he was failing academically and athletically lately. On the contrary, 'strong' will occasionally come out, leading to an almost impossible level of difference in just about everything.

[Mr. Cross] What's the other difference?

[Dr. Wo] One will win out eventually. So, one day, either 'strong' or 'weak' will come out on top, completely destroying the other. From then on, that will be the only one that will be expressed. The man who discovered this described it as a twin devouring the other in the womb.

[Mr. Cross] That's all well and good, but how does that explain... what happened five months ago?

[Dr, Wo] Simple, Alex has defined violence, calculated thought, and remorselessness as positive attributes. That explains why he's such a docile young boy most of the time. What occured was simply a powerful flair-up of the 'strong' persona.

[Mrs. Cross] So then, all we need to do is make sure the (I hate to say this) 'weak' takes over?

[Dr. Wo] His mind is in a fine balance. I understand that you're concerned for your son, but, right now, all you need to do is continue raising him right. Teach him morals, ethics, and love. Trust in what you instilled in him. Trust that he'll make the right decision. On that day, you'll know. His eyes will seem... less hollow.

[Mrs. Cross] Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!

[Dr. Wo] Another thing: try not to put him in particularly stressful situations. Basically, that'd be like forcing a decision on his psyche. The instinctual side of his brain would obviously favor the 'strong' personality. If so, best case: delusions of grandeur, worse case: Extreme Sociopathy.

Here ends the transcript.

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The floating, glowing, sneering man began to descend in rather grandiose fashion. He seemed rather pleased with himself as his bare feet alighted upon some poor girl in leather armor's face. She still didn't stir at all.

"Hmph, looks like this blade of grass is bit higher than the others..." He said, eyes still glued right on me. "But that just means you'll be mowed down first." The idle threat hung in the air, making the atmosphere heavy. Neither of us moved for a few moments, we just... stared at it each other. God, it felt like hours! The pressure that the arrogant man possesed was unbearable!

"...Ha! Hahahaha!" He suddenly bent over in hearty laughter. For a minute, I just stood there, dumbstruck at the sudden change in demeanor (which I sensed was a normal occurance for him). He wiped a tear before continuing "I like you, boy... girl? Whatever you are! It's been eons since someone, escpecially a mortal, has stared me down."

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He sauntered closer to me, still giggling, and stopped a mere few inches from my face. "Mortal. Know my name. I am Devros of house Buthaine. Because you interest me, I'll answer your questions. Well... most of them. That is, if you first tell me your name."

I paused a moment in hesitation. This man was obviously someone of high authority. Any name I gave him would be permanent, final. The name that this world knew me by.

"Think carefully before you answer. Names have power, and you are in a unique position regarding them. Think of this as a new birth. So, newborn, what is your name?"

I shivered. It was almost as if he was speaking to my soul. But his words cinched it, there was no turning back now.

I gripped my fists tightly, cracking the knuckles loudly, and I took a deep reassuring breath.

"Bloodsing" a deep, temorous voice replied "My name is Bloodsing."

So that's what my avatar's voice sounded like, huh? ...No! That's wrong! That's my voice now! My voice...

"Hm? That's a strange name. In all of my travels, I have never heard it, but the universe is wide I suppose" He shrugged. Something about his answer nagged at me, but I decided to hold it off until I had some answers.

"Where am I?" I ventured. A good starting point as any.

"The Gauld Plains, which lay south of the Atim Continent. The world is Kinni, the star-system is Lux, the galaxy is Dreamhelm, and the universe is, well, the universe." He nonchalantly replies.

'How interesting' I pondered 'Perhaps this society has similar or greater technology than ours. I know for sure that they have some form of magic. ...Or maybe it just seems that way. I read once that if technology is advanced to a certain point, it will seem as if it is magic.'

I could tell that Devros' patience was wearing thin, I had at most three questions before it ended. So, I snapped out of my reverie and got back down to business.

"So, how did all of us end up here?"

He smiled, as if I had asked the correct question "We summon you through the archaic 'technology' present in your world. What is now your body is the perception of your 'game character'. Took quite a bit of spell-work to get you all here and make it so that you understand Standard language." Devros bragged, pleased with himself.

My blood froze. The hairs on my neck stood up and my tongue felt like lead. The answer to my next question could mean life or death.

I don't know how, but I managed to choke it out.

"...Why did you bring us here?" I nearly whispered.

The smile on his face only broadened. "Good question, sport." His answer seemed derisive and biting, But he wasn't focused on me. He was looking straight up.

I followed his gaze and saw something horrible.

The sky was on fire.