webnovel

Hopeful Homicide

He claimed that he was innocent. Grayson L. Riego, a man convicted for the murder he vowed he didn't commit is now sentenced to death. With the world getting more united and closer than ever, technology flourished. And with the boom of technology came the age of Deep Dive Virtual Reality (DDVR/VR). Introduced in the year 2057, VR's popularity and importance were quickly realized by many. From games where people could earn a living and mostly spend their time, to applications used for meetings instead of physically going to your office. Some even say that only one's imagination is the limitation of VR. And it was because of one's imagination that even the execution of death row convicts has also transcended reality. Hopeful Homicide. Introduced in the year 2058, is a Virtual Reality death game where death row convicts around the world are forced to play with the promise of freedom and help of giving the winners a fresh start. As well as "cleansing" their soul. Now in its ninth year, Grayson L. Riego has no choice but to participate in this brutal death game. ___________________ *Warning: This story includes extreme violence and gore. Proceed at your discretion. *Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are all fictional.

Gaderhael · Games
Not enough ratings
63 Chs

Old Wooden Chest

"I guess we could check it and see what it is"

"It looks like a chest," Amelka said. She was standing beside me and once I turned to her when I heard her soft voice, I saw her expression that is still in default.

"Chest? Like a treasure chest?" Urick asked.

Siti sighed, "What else could it be? You're really stupid, aren't you? I can't believe you fooled them into thinking that you're a detective."

"Bro, she could be talkin' about these!"- Urick flexed the muscles around his chest. They moved up and down and are perfectly shaped by his tight-fitted black shirt.

In reply, Siti has a disappointed face. She sighed again, though this time it is paired with her right palm across her face.

Although I find their current banter funny, I am still focused on the "chest" located at the end of the left path.

"I think Amelka's right. It looks like an old wooden chest," I said.

"So, we'll check it?" Amelka asked.