The sun shone brightly over the city, dew glittering across the plants. Thin vapor rose, drifting upward and spreading a refreshing chill into the air, weaving through the city like a faint mist.
It looked exactly like the world of the living. The view stirred homesickness in the players—some felt the urge to return home, others the temptation to reincarnate into another world.
Inside their newly found home, the boys were scattered across the sitting room, sprawled on couches in awkward positions that made it clear they had fallen asleep without any preparation.
No one could blame them. Unlike Greg, this was the first real sleep they'd had since arriving in this forsaken world.
Snores echoed throughout the house, the irritating noise flooding outside—loud enough to reach the next door. Whoever their neighbor was, they must have been annoyed. Yet, mixed with the snores came another sound: running water from the kitchen.
