@endingvisionâ: Your Starter is with Eva!
 Sheâd fallen asleep at her desk; a normal habit for one IT worker, who found herself often very overworked. Sheâd been working on a spreadsheet for a game â Final Fantasy XIV â about levels, how much EXP was required to level up, and what level classes were at.
 Sheâd been working on getting Reaper upgraded, itâs already naturally-high level a pain to get EXP for.
 Her chair wasnât the comfiest of places, but sheâd gotten less-than-stellar sleep the past few days, and thus it was the optimal place to pass out, her room a perfect warm thanks to the overhead heater.
 When she next regained consciousness, she found that her body wasnât exactly sitting, but rather laying; hands tugging up at a quilt set to bring herself further warmth. Was her bed always this⌠Hard? It felt like her pillow was stuffed with feathers, something that wasnât great for any potential allergies she had, and moving her leg found the bed to be significantly smaller in width than her queen-sized monstrosity was at home.
 Eyes fluttering open sheâd glance around; a weird mirror to her right, some bells besides a giant door⌠She was dreaming, was she? It was awfully livid for a dream, even by her standards, but everything was very dream-like.
 In fact, everything mirrored where sheâd been last night; the Inn at the Guildhall in UlâDah. It was her starting city and one sheâd grown surprisingly fond of. Whilst Eva preferred the cold of Ishgard, the sandstone city had a particular charm that she hadnât quite gotten over.
 A literal oasis in the middle of sand.
 With a stretch sheâd move from her bed, noting the dress-come-jacket sheâd used as a modification lying on the floor next to her; leggings, a skirt⌠It was all here; everything her character had equipped. Down to the scythe.
 Heaving up the large weapon sheâd step outside, down the halls and stairs to the main guildhall; could she eat? How long was her dream going to remain lucid like this? Instead of the animated look of the game, everything seemed very real. Even the voices and sounds were being properly translated in her brain; she could understand what people were saying, even if the language was different.
 Noticing a stranger at a lone table, sheâd walk up, trying her best to seem friendly. A gentle wave and bow before glancing around.
âH-hello, adventurer! I was wondering if youâd want to team up and tackle some dungeons together?â
 Sheâd give a nervous laugh, trying to see if anyone would actually react to her; she wasnât sure if this was the world of Hydealyn, but it was pretty damn close. But NPCâs never really reacted properly to a human player; only scripted to play a certain line or two on repeat. Itâd prove it was a dream if they responded properly, though Kia supposed that itâd prove it regardless of how they responded.
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