[From the Author of Author's POV...] Emotions are like a drug to us. The more we experience them, the more we become addicted. The hardest part is not letting them consume us. But it's already too late for me. I've already been swallowed whole. *** I had no knowledge of the game. I was meant to have died. And yet, I found myself in this situation. A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. What the hell is going on? ...and who am I? *** Discord : https://discord.gg/PEbN7fc2ww
The lights flashed onto the set.
Behind a large wooden table sat Dyrk, and across from him, on multiple sofas, were six distinct groups of gorgeous people.
'As expected of the most elite cadets in the Empire. Their looks are nothing to scoff at.'
"Their looks can make anyone jealous, don't you think? It makes you question if we truly belong in the same world."
A man said next to me all of a sudden.
Surprised, I turned my head to see a hand extended in my direction. What's up with everyone and their hands? It felt like everyone wanted to shake my hand.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jack Bannali, the writer for the show."
"Oh."
I shook his hand back.
As we let go, he asked,
"You're the cadet who won in the Summit, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"You've got an interesting group."
"Group?"