Emilia Zieser

I saw one the other day that looked like you. I quickly realized it couldn't be you - but he moved like you. Ran his fingers through his hair like you. And carried the same rucksack in the same poor condition. So I decided to follow your not-you around a bit.

After a fruit fly flies into her roommate's eye, the protagonist sets off on a journey through her brain to remove the intruder.