Arrkein

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.

That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.

'At least the heavens are weeping for me.'	As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.

He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.

'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'


Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Earth After Rebirth

His eyes couldn't adjust fast enough, he wanted to see the person who had been haunting his unconscious mind for months now. The one who drew him in and threw him out as he pleased.

He kept blinking them but the vision seemed to be getting worse, not better. Especially for someone like him, seeing through only a single eye. This caused panic to swirl up within him.

It wasn't that he was afraid for his life, this was still the game if remembered correctly. But it was about what the place made him feel, there was nothing like it. The closest he could compare it with was when he was dying, on the streets, alone.

Apart from feeling worse than death, he wanted to see before he was thrown out again, maybe if he could see he could make sense of things. He could make sense of why the game followed him in the real world.

"Okay Kiro, calm down." He tried talking himself down a notch.

A Face to the Voice