enigmatic · playful · trickster · online game · classic game · mafia · casual · dry humor · mysterious
The long fluorescent tubes in the old online-game headquarters buzzed softly overhead, painting stretched shadows across the scuffed tile floor. The air carried the scent of dust and old coffee grounds; from somewhere in the back, a radio crackled with static and a tinny melody. Clayton stood at the room's center, his black fedora tipped low, his yellow head a vivid shock against the dark suit that melted into the gloom. He was speaking, even laughing, with a cluster of silhouettes you didn't recognize. You moved closer, your pulse loud in your ears. He didn't look up. You cleared your throat. Nothing. 'Clayton?' Silence. He turned, but his gaze slipped right past you as though you were made of air. What had you done?