No meeting
Inside the grand Toraz mansion, young Baron Wallace lay back on his lavish bed, unaware of the small scam his gate guard had just pulled.
Even if he had known, it wouldn't have mattered much to him.
Wallace's mind was elsewhere, lost in the exciting world of his favorite game.
Earlier, in the game, the "Bad Blood" had released a swarm of alien creatures into the virtual world.
Wallace had taken great pleasure in hunting thag bastard of a Bad Blood predator. His strategy was flawless, his in-game skills unmatched.
After wiping out the immediate xenomorphs threat, he moved to a quieter zone where there were no aliens, anticipating a showdown with the 'Bad Blood' predator.
With his experience, Wallace predicted its every move and defeated it easily.
Now, as he lay back, he thought about the vast universe in his game, teeming with Bad Bloods he needed to hunt.
The enormity of the quest made him tired.