Preparations

"...Level 6?" Varian muttered a few times to confirm he heard it wrong. 

"Hm. Only Level 6. Don't hold back. Just swat them to death." The ghost waved its hand and 'winked' at him.

The world went dark and Varian felt a chill down his spine.

'Level 6…'

His throat felt dry, and he forcibly swallowed. 

'No. Something… something.' He shook his head and his eyes snapped open.

The ghost AI was tilting its neck as it gazed at him. Its black eyes on its white body widened, and it seemed to wonder what the heck was going on with him. 

Before slamming it and smashing it to pieces, Varian stopped himself. 

His shoulders slumped, and he shook his head. "I'm not doing this."

"What?!" the ghost yelled. 

"Level 6… no matter how I look at it, it's seeking death. Even if it's a clone as you say, I don't want to risk. There is a better chance of survival if I hide somewhere. Possibly in Inner or Outer Zone."