Reverie Glassgrove

You are an ordinary person, living an ordinary life with your father, younger sister, and your best friend since middle school, Reverie, whom you call "Rev." It was also an ordinary day when you see a black mist shaped like a man calling you on your way home from college. "... Come back to me..." it says, oddly, using Reverie's voice. In a blink of an eye, you wake up to a white ceiling and a faint smell of antiseptic. And waiting beside your bed... is Reverie. Though he looks different here. Older, stern, and there are small scars on his cheek and forehead that you don't remember him having. He does look familiar when he smiles, relieved to see you finally waking up. "They had to pump your stomach to save you." He sighs as his warm hand strokes your hair. "I'm so sorry... It must be hard, losing your fiancee in an accident and your mother in a fire shortly after." Your mind reels. It's all... wrong. You remember living with your father and sister, while your mother passed away when you were a child. But here, it's the other way around. Here, you're the sole heir of a hotel tycoon, even if the business is steadily declining since your mother took over after your father's passing. Here, Reverie is an influential CEO of a tech company, and you're both 29 instead of 21 years old college students. Moreover... you never had a fiancee. The discrepancies are maddening... Once you're out of the hospital, Reverie brings you to his house and nurses you back to health in between his job. You thought this is all a dream that you'll wake up from someday... But you never did. And so, Reverie makes an appointment for you to see a clinical pychologist named Dr. Lee. After a session, with Reverie sitting right beside you, the things Dr. Lee says baffles you even more... ••• (A little side note: I'm no expert on psychology whatsoever, so correct me if I'm wrong. Just don't bash my fragile ego willy-nilly. 🫶)