You're a man, clearly, and much bigger than her at that

Slowly getting out of the bed, you can see your dick hanging between your leg, half raised by the presence with you. You're a man, and you're naked.

With a quick look around, you see strong stone walls and furniture with centuries old design, but they look new. You can also see a mirror, five foot tall and oval with gold illuminations. The reflection shows you a tall human, quite fit, not really muscular, with short brown hairs and tanned skin. You can also see that your life wasn't an easy one. Scars are all over your body and even on your face, few being quite big, a long one on your left shoulder, a large one on your left arm, probably from a third degree burn, and the one that first attracted your attention, passing from your nose to your jawline. Passing your finger on them, you try to remember. You get flashes, fading quickly, like a bad dream.

"You got a bad dream again ?" Ask a soft crystal clear voice.

You see in the reflection of the mirror, the elf coming from behind you, completely naked. The top of her head is barely at the height of your elbow, her face as beautiful as you could have imagined with light grey piercing eyes. her small perky breasts stands perfectly on her chest and her lady parts are as smooth as the rest of her body. But as she completely show herself from behind you, you can see four parallel scars on the right side of her face, coming from the top of her lips to her ear. That last one is missing half of it, and most importantly, she's also missing her right arm almost entirely.

And that's when it hits you, a large part of memories. She's Filirel, and you must be Dahl. You're your character of the tabletop RPG you were playing with your friends. At the end of the campaign, the last fight was insanely hard and Filiriel, the character of your childhood girl friend, got really hurt and lost an arm. Even if you don't remember her, or her name, you remember being in love with her.