Real World — Victor's Dorm Room
Victor's body jerked awake under his bedsheets.
Sweat drenched him.
He stared at the ceiling in the dimly lit room while gasping quietly.
The Academy's faint mechanical whirring from the vents overhead seemed almost peaceful in contrast to the brutal world he had just escaped from.
Victor wiped his forehead before letting out a groan.
"This is a problem."
He flopped backward onto the bed dramatically.
"What kind of persistent creep waits five damn days for someone to log back in?" he muttered. "Bro needs therapy. And maybe a hobby."
He rubbed his sore muscles instinctively, even though technically he hadn't taken real damage.
"I'm gonna need a damn army at this rate."
Victor lay there thinking about what his next move would be for over an hour.
He couldn't really come up with anything so he decided he'd log in back since quite a bit of time would have already passed in game.
