Fall Off The Grid

***In Constantine's office, outside the game***

Constantine was watching the rounds of the last phase going on with a satisfied smile plastered on her lips. The view ratings were through the roof, and the feedback was positive.

New orders were coming in as a constant stream for gaming pods, as proof of the attraction of the game. People from all over the world were seeing the current cream of the crop and hoping to reach that level.

And for that to happen, they needed to play. Business was booming, and popularity was on the rise.

While she was focused on the statistics defiling on her screen, Constantine heard familiar footsteps in the hallway to her office.

Not long after, her assistant opened the glass door and entered. She was holding a file in her hand that had little body to it.

Constantine was slightly disappointed.

"Ma'am. This was all we could find on the player named Khalor." The assistant said, handing her the file.