Prologue

Midnight is near, but the women on her bed doesn't move an inch

She is staring at the screen of her mobile phone, her eyes red from crying.

One drop fall on the blanck screen where only a few words are written.

Downloading 80%.

A song as soft as a lullaby accompany the update of the application.

She knows this french song by heart, this game use it at every opportunities it gets.

"La Meute" of Myrneleon.

This familiar melody bring her comfort, it is a bad day for her. Among many.

Tonight she just want to play. To play until sleep take over her.

To play until she stop crying, until she can smile again.

She is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, because this stupid app has chosen the worst moment to make an update, and it takes  way too long. She want to play now, she want to forget everything else and just immerse herself in the " God of the forsaken".

The game is unique, and was  launched over three years ago.

Valence is a big fan, everyday she plays with fevor.

"God of the forsaken"  update is the first in three year, and the developers  promised that the players will have new options, more interactions, and much more elaborate graphics.

100% downloading.

Reading this  her lips form a trembling smile, letting a few more tears run down her cheeks.

Her eyes now all blurry she doesn't see the countdown who appear after nor does she notices the bright red letters on her screen.

ERROR- PROBLEM DETECTED- WE RECOMMEND TO UniNSTall T…

The red letters spasms then disappears in a blink.

When she rubs her eyes and look at her screen she can only see the usual  decor of the game menu.

 Similar to the creation of Adam of Michael- Ange, a god with features unclear hold out his hand to a crowd below him at dawn.  The crowd seem desesperate, they push each other and scramble in hope to reach the offered hand with frenesy.

She sighs with relief, her finger already pressing the "Play" inscription.