Hayden Davis.
He must know my name, or else why would he call me Hayes? And as weird as this might sound, I feel as if I heard someone call me by that nickname.
"Hayes?!"
"Oops, I meant Hayden. Though I like Hayes more."
“How do you know my name?”
Though he looked sickly, he still showed a sly grin, sitting up slightly on the couch. “Come on, can’t you tell who I am? There is only one other person who’s stuck in this dimension.”
“Michael?!”
The man chuckled at my dismayed look, grunting a bit as he touched the back of his head. “Michael is such an ironic name for me, but still, it’s cute.”
Am I so immersed in this world that I couldn't discern if this were just an illusion?
“Though this world is an illusion, I, on the end, am not.” The stranger said as if he could read my mind.
