Zarfel, The Angel.
Zarfel strode away, disregarding the screams of nearby prisoners.
Isaac's hand trembled as he held the piece of paper that felt heavier than moment ago.
Rip!
He ripped it apart out of anger, ''This is bullshit!''
''Hello, newcomer.'' A teasing voice came from the opposite cell. An elderly man with dark hair and broken teeth revealed his face, ''First time? Hahahaha!''
''Hahahaha!'' Prisoners of nearby cells copied his laughter and started taunting the white-haired youth.
''Fuck!'' Isaac swiped with his hand, made the Interface appear, and smashed the [Log Out] button out of anger.
His body vanished into particles.
''Oh… He was a Player.'' The old man snorted and sat down on the sludgy ground, ''How lucky… He can vanish and come whenever he wants to. I am so envious!''
…
In real life.
Isaac's eyes slammed open. He removed the headgear and placed it back on the box.