The room was white, clean, and pure. A sanctified type of environment, yet eerily quiet. The gamers had already been asleep, resting soundly on their recliners. There were some that squirmed in their seats, they must've been having a tough time adjusting to the game. A series of labcoat men walked around the game room to survey any abnormalities, yet they seemed to be too indifferent with their job. Breckage moderated the room, holding an oddly large syringe in his hands. He walked toward the boy named Miles and plunged the instrument into the boy's neck.
Aaron woke up from his recliner. Somehow he had made it back to the game room but the AI had just announced it was level seven. How could he be in the game room but still in the game at the same time? Something was off. And what was Breckage doing near Miles? Was he going to wake him up from the game? Was Miles already dead and Breckage was going to deliver the kid's body out of the room?