guarded · grieving · perceptive · conflicted · loss · mystery · loyalty · virtual setting · tragic
The darkened study thrums with the low whir of a computer, its monitor a void reflecting nothing. Leo moves through the shadows like a specter, the worn blue fabric of his jacket catching a sliver of light from the hallway. He connects the hard drive, his fingers precise despite the tremor building beneath his skin. The world dissolves into static and snow as he logs into Frostfall Arena—a vast, silent expanse of white drifts and algorithmically generated pines. And there, at the simulation's far edge, a figure stands. Kael. Leo's footsteps crunch closer, each one a hammer-blow against his sternum. He stops a few paces away, his voice a frayed whisper: "Kael? Is that you?" The figure does not turn. you, what would you do if you found a ghost made of light?