“You guys don’t think it’s…"
October 12th - 5:13pm
Allyson stepped inside Ten Ren’s, walked up the little incline where the bubble tea stand was located, and ordered a medium-sized Taro bubble tea. Across the stand was a tall, slim cabinet with various sorts of board games. Cocking her head left and crossing her arms, she gazed at every single one and discerned the names.
“Care for some Jenga?” she turned to the voice on her right to find a familiar face.
“Nah, I was just looking at the games they have here. Ooh, they have ‘Sorry!’ I haven’t played that game in years.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“Hehehe,” her crossed arms covered her stomach, leaning her upper body forward. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to laugh.”
“Yeah…” he squinted his eyes before facing the cashier. “I’ll get a milk Winter Melon. Large.”
After receiving their orders, they left the building and began walking towards the sidewalk of Route 1.
“You excited for your first day as a SPA?” Jansen sipped his bubble tea and swapped the cup to his right hand.
“I am!” She chirped looking at the incoming jogger before stepping to the grassy area. “It’s nice to make some money while I’m here, you know.”
“Just wondering… why there? I mean you did get questioned by a cop.”
“It’s not my fault that he falsely accused me. I was trying to find my roommate and apparently, that means I’m a suspect.”
“Even though you haven’t started, try not to associate with any campus cops, besides Detective Vargas.”
“He’s like the only decent guy. At least he listens and believes me.”
Jansen continuously chewed on boba. “I can’t say any more until your first day. Can’t give away too much information.”
“Yeah. Oh, by the way, I’ve been thinking about yesterday,” Allyson quickly turned back to which no one was behind them before sucking in the liquid tea.
“Hmm, what are your thoughts?”
“Other than my suspicion that the other world is related to Cree’s death, whoever killed Cree must’ve known that world as we do.”
“Good eye,” Jansen slowly nudged his head forward a few times. “Logically, it makes sense because you connected the dots. If your suspicion is true, then we need to be more careful.”
“I think we can confirm it once Mr. Richter assesses his analytical shit,” she finished her entire drink with the boba bubbles remaining. “Though, something felt wrong about Cree’s Castle.”
"What makes you say that?"
"I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders and weaved her head left and then right. "It's like everyone liked her for different reasons, but the people who worked for her don't feel that way."
"We didn't talk much about her castle when you guys came back. What did you see exactly?"
"Her employees were called subjects. Those workers had no faces, and tombstones of all those who died were once her workers.”
"She doesn't care about her workers so much that she can't recognize their faces. Despicable…" Jansen’s eyes flared up immensely.
"It gets worse," he pinned his burning gaze at his friend. "I saw a tombstone with Julia's name." Jansen glanced at Allyson sideways as he hid his grinding teeth. “She was going to die… just like everyone else.”
“How can you possibly be sure that Julia would’ve died?”
“The cause of death was the same for every tombstone: suicide. I feel like something’s not right about that. Why did all of the workers commit suicide?”
“I would think they lost a battle they couldn’t overcome, but if what you’re saying is true, are you suggesting something else?”
“Maybe?” She laid the inner left hand on her eyeballs before sliding down her face. “I don’t know man. What if Cree planned on killing Julia?”
Her friend knitted his brows and slowed down his walking pace, which Allyson mirrored. “It’s hard to confirm since it’s all speculation, but since you saw it firsthand, it makes it more likely to be true.”
“We’ll have to bring this up to the group and see what they think.”
Jansen nodded before crossing the sidewalk and passing Turner Hall. “On a less depressing note, there’s a soccer game for the UMD Women’s team tomorrow.”
“Ooh, against who?” Her sparkling eyes caught him off guard.
“Ohio State,” his smile was tight-lipped.
“Is Ohio State good?” Allyson furrowed his brows and tilted her head right.
“Yeah, they are. They only lost two games in like twelve games so far.”
“It can’t be that bad,” she curled the right side of her lip up. “We can pull a win. Oh! Fay’s playing too!”
“Yeah… yeah,” he raised his tone but masked the uncertainty with false optimism.
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October 12th - 7:16pm
Michael returned to his home in Silver Spring. Inside the small compact house, he saw his uncle sitting at his desk in his small cubicle on the far right side. “Hola tío!”
“Hola Michael!” Detective Vargas waved his left hand as he continued to glue his eyes on the monitor screen. “Classes going well?”
“Si,” he nodded before opening a fridge in the kitchen to grab a can of Cola. “I’m gonna study more here to prepare for my exam tomorrow.”
“Good luck!” As Michael took one single step on the stairs to the left, the detective shifted his dry eyes to his nephew. “Hey, Michael! Did you notice anything weird? It’s about Cree’s murder.”
The technician turned to his uncle with a perplexed expression. “No, not that I know of.”
“Ok, sorry for asking. I just thought you might have an idea with your computer knowledge stuff.” He then muttered to himself, “How does no one see anything?! Why is no one saying anything?”
Michael flew the stairs and opened the second door on the right. Resting his backpack on the hanger on his door, he approached his desk at the far back end of the wall and sat on his red gaming chair with a slightly brightened smile on his face.
HMMM! HMMM!
His face became stiff and rigid as he lowered his eyelids by half.
“Hello?”
“Michael…Michael…Michael… I need progress on your reports on the investigation of Cree’s death.”
He silently left a gaping hole in his mouth. “I still need to research more into the patterns of the reports. Please give me more time on investigation.”
“Aren’t you the expert here? You should be able to figure this out. He can’t get the results I want. You can’t get the result I want. I was able to produce a proposal plan for this campus in just 3 days. You can figure this out in that time. If you do not give me any progress, then you will know what will happen, right?”
He winced his eyes to a point where they were nearly split off. His body was stunned and resisted the urge to throw his phone to the wall. “Yes sir. I’ll get to work on that and finish my findings soon.”
“That’s more like it, Michael! You will be responsible for Cree’s death if you do not comply. Have a good night…”
The call had ended.
Michael flicked his phone to the right side crashing into the stack of books which then plummeted to the ground. He pinned his elbows to the wooden desk and pierced his fingernails into his lightly-haired cranium.
Hmm!
He let out an exasperated and irritated sigh before checking his phone again. It was a Discord notification.
StellerEi: Yo Michael! Are we playing Spellbreak tonight?
WanderingFramer: Hey Allyson sorry not tonight. Something came up and not in the mood to play
StellerEi: oh damn I hope things get better for you!
WanderingFramer: Thanks!
At Parkside, Allyson blankly stared at her television with her grayish-blue dual shock controller in hand and headphones latched onto her ears. She buried the controller in the brown cabinet under the bottom drawer. With her headphones, she plugged the aux cord into her phone and collapsed to her resting cushion. "Of course, it happens again…"
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October 13th - 7:02pm
Looney’s Pub was off Baltimore Avenue and just a short block away from the main campus entrance. In between was a bridge taking the backcut through Northgate Urban Park. The backway layered a wide wooden bridge just above the soothing stream of water flowing southwest. As they stepped up the barely twisted granite stairs, there was a glass door with a dimly lit banner above. Entering inside was an elongated bean-shaped interior with loads of chairs and tables lodged together. Walking further down the area, three familiar faces were at a round table.
“Hey!” Marie raised and waved her left hand sideways before dragging her chair to widen the gap for the visitors.
“Already starting with the crush buckets?” Julia sat next to Marie and peeked at the menu she was holding.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get some for you guys,” she signaled one of the waiters.
“I’ll get the orange crush bucket.”
“Uhh,” Allyson flipped through the menu back and forth until she found a section called Crushes. “Eh, I’ll get the same one, too.”
After verifying their age through their driver’s licenses, Marie ordered nachos and informed the waiter that they would wait a few more minutes for additional orders.
“It’s been a while since we watched a game like this,” Jackson started at the screen in front of their table, just above where the bar stood.
“Really?” Allyson’s brows jumped high. “You guys don’t watch Fay’s games?”
“Hmmm…” the black-haired woman sealed her pressed lips and shrunk them inward. The other three spoke no word, which made Allyson’s heart miss a beat. “Uhhh… how do we say this? About Fay…”
“YEAAH!! LESSGO TERPS!!!” Two men jumped from their chairs, raising their Bud Lights, contorting their faces from their unresting energy.
“Huh, those guys…”
On the screen, UMD and Ohio State were just seconds away from kickoff. The screen then showed the starting lineup for the Terrapins.
Head Coach: William Leves
Assistant Coach: Jillian Conte
Formation: 3-4-3
GK: Francesa Varrione (#1)
Defense: Hailey Johnston (#6), Lucia Renard (#5, Captain), Keira Karistias (77)
Midfield: Jade Preston (#20), Adelaide Molts (#2), Lilian Mitrovich (#8), Laurie De Rossi (#13)
Forward: Stephanie Hwang (#26), Sophia Chiesa (#10), Danielle Villa (#3)
Substitutes:
GK: Lindsey Beadley (17), Brea Ayew (27)
Defense: Cyndi Urbana (9), Kenya Bell (18), Talia Greene (23)
Midfield: Maddie Dalton (12), Simone Miletti (#19), Halle Churchill (44)
Forward: Fay Ishikawa (7), Alexis Smith (14)
“That’s why.”
“Ok, Fay’s a sub,” Allyson bumped her shoulders, squinted her eyes, and clawed her hands in the air. “So what? What’s so bad about it?”
“... … …”
The kick-off had started with the visiting team in possession. Chiesa took the ball and passed it back to Mitrovich. The number 8 crossed the ball left to De Rossi. The lady wearing 13 lacked control of the ball recoiling on her left cleat. An Ohio midfielder intercepted the ball and began the early counterattack. As the right midfielder was inching closer to the opponent’s goal net, she diagonally passed the ball to her across. The attacking midfielder, Jones, gently absorbed the spherical object with her right cleat and dribbled past Molts and Preston, exposing UMD’s right flank. Jones made another pass diagonally upward to Sears who turned her body to face the incoming ball. The number 8 leaned against the ball's direction, raised her right leg behind, and delivered a straight powerful shot into the bottom right of the net.
GOAL! Emily Sears (8) - 1’
Assist: Cynthia Jones (5)
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UMD 0 - 1 Ohio State
“Uuuuuggghhhh,” the disappointing slams on most students were directed at their sides or on the venue tables, which echoed throughout the area. One male student stressed all the rage on his middle finger to the screen. “Fuck Ohio man. Such bullshit! How that fuck do you concede a goal like that?!”
“Huh?! Did that seriously happen?” Allyson hung her jaw below and nearly shut her eyes.
“Yeahhhhh,” Jansen pulled his lips inward and stretched his cheeks. “I told you they were good.”
4’
At the 35-meter line on the Ohio State territory, the ball sat firmly against the artificial grass. Behind were Mitrovich and Preston who stood across from each other. Number 20 tapped the ball forward by several meters. Mitrovich charged several steps before lobbing the ball with the inner palm of her right cleat and driving it with a slight left curve. As numerous players scurried for the ball, Chiesa leaped up to deliver a header. However, Ohio’s defender beat her to it. With only 3 UMD players at the back, they were met by 4 Ohio players who initiated the counter-attack. As the opposition entered UMD’s half, Sears dribbled past everyone until she was face-to-face against Renard who chased down the counterattack. When Sears knocked the ball with the tip of her left cleat, the Terps captain slid forward and swept her leg, sending it flying to the left sideline of the field.
Fischer took several steps back and ran forward until halting at the sideline. Throwing the ball at the penalty box, the battle was won by Johnston. However, her head was angled backward causing the game ball to fly straight up. As it descended, Varrione leaped to punch the ball away. Sears hopped so high that she banged her head on first. It redirected to the goal net.
GOAL! Emily Sears - 4’
UMD 0 - 2 Ohio State
The graveyard aura slipped into the pub turning everyone’s faces dark. Despite receiving Crush Buckets, no one in the group dared to consume alcohol in their bodies except Allyson who nearly chugged half of her own.
The horror continued to film the eyes of all UMD students as soon as the kickoff started in the fifth minute, Chiesa passed the long straight to Renard at the back. The number 5 dribbled forward for several meters before crossing it to the left to De Rossi who cut to the right before tripping on her cleat. Ohio State recovered the ball and initiated another counterattack. After several one-touch passes to three Ohio players in a triangle shape, Jones tapped the synthetic orb to Fischer who then directed it to the corner of the penalty box. Ohio’s number 8 broke the barrier between Renard and Karistias and found space. She lobbed the ball with the inner corner of her right cleat, passing over Varrione’s extended arms. Fischer leaped forward and smashed the ball with her head ricochetting and burying it through the net.
GOAL! Amy Fischer (5)
Assist: Cynthia Jones (8)
UMD 0 - 3 Ohio State
Two penalty kicks were given to Ohio State after Renard and Karistias made challenges to Sears and Jones from the side. Their challenges had them clash their spike shoes against the opposition without any contact on the ball. Renard ended up receiving a yellow card.
11'
GOAL! Ivanka Dudukovich (4)
PENALTY KICK GOAL
UMD 0 - 4 Ohio State
21'
GOAL! Ivanka Dudukovich (4)
PENALTY KICK GOAL
UMD 0 - 5 Ohio State
Multiple students at Looney's Pub had no focus on the match and made conversations amongst themselves. One man shouted, "What's happening? Why are we getting fucked?!"
The group had depleted their crush buckets and munched through the large plate of nachos. Allyson felt her body heat jump from cool to sweltering hot in a split second. She got a second Crush Bucket and swallowed a concerning amount of the sweet and bitter liquid. "Not even 30 minutes and it's 5-0. Reminds me too much of Brazil and Germany in 2014."
"We don't need that kind of embarrassment," Marie rested her back on the hardened wood chair. "You guess just wanna finish up here and head out?" All agreed despite the Korean reluctantly complying.
Thirty minutes passed and everyone paid their bills and stepped out of the moist interior. Everyone went their separate ways. The roommates returned to their apartment.
"Hey, Julia, how come none of you guys want to see Fay play?"
"It's not that we don't want to,” she powered on the television, connected her laptop with an HDMI cable, and turned on the soccer match. "Just watch til the end and let me know what you notice."
Allyson slung her right brow up but glued her eyes to the screen.
90'
Chiesa's shot flew high above the opposition crossbar. The ball nearly passed the gates surrounding the field. She kept a straight face but the aura of frustration emitted from her temple.
Beep! Beep!
A referee in the middle of the sideline raised a rectangular device displaying illuminated colors of crimson and emerald. On the left showed 26 whereas on the right showed 7 for UMD. Hwang walked towards the team bench, clapping her hands several times before reaching the sideline. Fay and Stephanie tapped their hands against each other before the substitute came onto the field.
The referee updated the sign with only one color in the middle: 2
With lights flickering in her mind, Allyson tucked her shoulders inward and lost focus in her peripheral vision. "Is that why?"
"Yeah, that's why."
"That's… so fucking dumb. What's the point of being subbed on in stoppage time?"
"That's the problem."
"Huh?" She turned to her roommate.
"It happens to Fay all the time."
"I… don't get it. Why? How long has this happened?"
"At least a year."
"Why?" Her roommate had no response and looked away.
Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeeep!
The UMD athletes half-heartedly shook their hands with Ohio State. The head coach maintained a stoic face after shaking hands with Ohio's manager. He went to each player to give them a consoling hug. Except for Fay as he walked past her without a single sympathetic glance.
Final
UMD 0 - 7 Ohio State
October 14th - 8:35am
The soccer team boarded their Delta airline from Cleveland Hopkins International Airport to the Baltimore-Washington International Airport. As they unloaded their backpacks and luggage, Fay was the last to enter. With no seemingly available seats nearby, she hung her head low and walked down the aisle until there was a seat at the end. Over her head, she opened the luggage cabinet, only for it to be filled with other passengers’ belongings. Her row was near the plane’s left side but her seat was close to the aisle walkway. Fay was compelled to guard her small luggage between her legs along with her backpack.
“... … …”
Six rows ahead of her, one player sitting in the middle section twisted her head to see her melancholy teammate. Attempting to wave at her, Fay never bothered to look up. She continued to wave her hand but the outcome remained the same.
“...” the athlete faced the seat in front of her and slowly navigated through her playlist.
“What’s wrong, Sofie love?” Renard nudged her left elbow. “The loss was bad I get that but-”
“It’s not that,” Chiesa rested her head and stared at the ceiling. “It’s Fay I’m worried about.”
“Oui, oui…” the center back also mimicked her teammate’s sitting position. “It’s messed up that she came on too late.”
“You know that’s not true. It’s messed up that it only happens to her in every game. It’s not fair.”
“What can we do? It’s the coach’s choice. All we can do is just play until the whistle blows.”
Chiesa slightly turned her back against Renard and shut her eyes from the cold images. “So what if it’s his decision? It’s still unfair to all of us that she gets this treatment. Fay hardly spoke a single word since we arrived here. Hell, she barely talks in practice either. Everyone else gets more play time but not her. What did she do to deserve this?”
Ishikawa from afar frozen from her stance began to lose clear vision from her eyes. Soon sounds from the outside became deaf.
"... … …"
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October 14th - 5:32pm
General
Michael Vargas: @TerrapinTech signing off, have a great weekend!
He was the remaining technician at the office as everyone had left for the day. Loading his work laptop and personal materials into his backpack, Michael walked to the receptionist’s desk. Taking a small piece of Hershey’s chocolate, the engineer took only one step away until…
Click!
The lights lost their illumination. Darkness surrounded the area. He felt uneasy movements spiraling inside his body as he was unable to discern anything within his wingspan. Grabbing his phone, he tried to unlock it. However, it was unresponsive.
“Come on, turn on!” He repeatedly pressed the power button with his right thumb, but no lock screen appeared. “This isn’t some joke, Scott! Stop this! I still need time!”
Click…
All monitor screens and shut-down laptops began powering on, but no sound was heard. Instead, the black screens were slightly lighter shades, and one single image was loaded on every device.
A dark orange ember.
“Wait… no, no, no!” He tried to run to the exit but the handle remained still despite nearly breaking it. Barraging the door with his right fist, “Help! Someone open the door!”
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October 14th - 9:44pm
Allyson and Julia sat across from each other at their dining table playing chess. The artist moved her Knight to H3 and stared intently at her roommate’s next move. Her roommate shook her head after musing for a few seconds before moving her Bishop to F5.
“Ok, ok,” Julia whispered before masking her mouth with both hands.
Ding!
Allyson opened Discord and saw a notification from the UNS group server.
#sensitive-talks
dunes n danes: @everyone guys, have you guys heard from Michael? My uncle is at work with me and he’s concerned because Michael never came home today
“Uhh, Julia? Check the chat.”
“What?”
Jewels: no we haven’t seen Michael at all today
Raiden Kim: did anyone check at ESJ? Last I heard he was there for work
dunes n danes: I’m not sure. He’s checking there now and calling the employees there
Village Protector: oh gosh I hope he’s ok
The roommates’ television began to power on by itself. Both their phones blinked before the outline of the screen traversed its black paint all to the middle. Then the dark orange ember icon appeared on all three devices.
“Oh, fuck no…”
Stepping across a vast grassy and hilly valley, the individual tucked their arms inward, scoping the environment around them. Suddenly, the sandy dust roared, struggling for anyone to find clear visuals. Several seconds passed by before it subsided.
At the center was a large cylindrical building with a sandstone brown dome overlaying at the top. Its arms extended in four acute angles. At each end was a cubicle.
Yet… no one was present.
Upon inspecting the one on the right, the individual took a step inside. It was a jagged square perimeter with a myriad of scratches torn against the wine-red chair. A white desk layering a horizontal wooden plate supported the monitor and the keyboard weighed on it.
Click.
A shrilling pinging noise hijacked the wanderer’s head, covering their ears and running out of the cage before being buried in the sand. As the person stood up, four other visitors enclosed the host. One well-dressed man with a daunting expression. One with a mechanical suit with a black glass visor and a rifle in hand. One in all green robes with a wooden staff and an emerald orb levitating at the top. One with multiple graphic screens floating around his body.
Well, you’re the IT expert so fix it! I don’t know anything…”
“Why don’t we do this instead…”
“I’mma be real, the stuff you like…
“Everyone annoys me about IT and that’s ALL they see of me. Wanting to show something I like? Nope, get brushed off like leaves on your shoulder. Maybe they’re right…”
“It can’t be…” the wanderer pushed away from the four and sprinted toward the blinding dunes. “It’s not real! They’re not real!”
The wanderer tripped on a concealed piece of granite and immersed in the chiseling sands. Struggling to stand the visitor reverted to lifting their body with their arms.
"Why am I here? What do people think of me?"
In the Private Investigators chat Marie initiated a group call.
“Did you guys just see that?!”
“Yeah… we did,” Julia softly spoke as her body slowly crawled until her back touched the wall.
Allyson silently swallowed. “You guys don’t think it’s…”
“It might be.”
“Guys,” Jansen joined in the call while sitting at the Auxiliary office. “Did any of you just see whatever the hell that was? I just saw it on my monitor!”
“All of us did,” Marie slammed her right fist on her nightstand. “I really hope it isn’t Michael we saw on the screen.”
“The person running away looked like him,” Allyson softly but confidently stated. “I recognized his face.”
“We need to meet up and find him now!”
“Guys, I can’t leave my post."
"Come on, this is Michael! He could be in danger!"
"Yeah I know, but I don't have that Soul Channel you guys have. You guys should go. I’ll be okay here."
"I guess so. I need to let Teach know."
"What will you do, Jansen?" Allyson asked.
"I'll be fine. Just find Michael there and save him!”
“Jansen…” a familiar voice forced him to bite his lower lip and unload all the stress on his shut eyelids. “What did you just say about what happened to Michael? Do you know where he is?! What’s this other side you’re speaking of? TELL ME!”
The women on the call simultaneously pulled their heads back from their phones. The roommates had their moon-sized eyes shown with white lights. The other woman clawed her left hand on her forehead.
“Sorry guys…” Jansen sighed before turning to his uncle. “We think we know where Michael might be. He’s likely ok.”
“Tell me where he is…” Detective Vargas’s tone was calming yet the daunting command fired shivers to 2009.
“We’ll tell you. But first,” he brought the phone closer to his face. “Can you guys meet us at ESJ? Uncle, we’ll explain what’s going on.”
“You better damn do! This better not be some prank.”
“It’s not,” Jansen left the voice chat.
“Shit…” Allyson muted her mic before dropping her phone on the wooden table. “Are we going to do this?”
“We have to,” Marie’s reassured tone masqueraded her disappointment. “I’ll be there in 10ish minutes.” She hung up the voice chat. Soon they followed through.
Marie searched her private messages and found RichterScale#7368. She pressed the phone icon and waited.
"Marie? Everything alright?"
"No… we think Michael is in the other world."
"What?” His calming tone nearly shattered a raging demon inside. “What’s happening?”
"The app showed a darkish orange color and then some area where we thought the person looked like Michael. He may be there."
"... … …"
"What's worse is that Detective Vargas caught us discussing this, and we have no choice but to meet with him and discuss this."
"God damn it… Alright, thanks for letting me know. Where are you meeting?"
"ESJ."
"I'll be there in 15."
October 14th - 10:08pm
Everyone had gathered at the front door facing Campus Drive. The aura emitted unsettling emotions for them. Detective Vargas maintained his stoic, stern stature.
"Are you kidding me? You guys and a teacher are involved?!"
"While this looks suspicious, we'll explain all that we know, alright," Mr. Richter disclosed showing his palms at a slight downward angle.
“First, tell me where Michael is?”
“Before we do, we need to head to the Terrapin Tech department,” Marie guided the group downstairs at ESJ.
After Detective Vargas swiped his police card, they entered the premises. The faculty member observed behind and nodded knowing that no one was around. Windowsills blocked the lights from escaping. Marie opened her phone and tapped the dark orange ember app.
“Why are you opening that app? What does that have to do with Michael?”
“Nrrrgh!” sudden sharp stings severed Allyson’s mind, covering the side of her head with her right hand.
“Woah, you alright?” Jansen lifted her and supported her left arm on his shoulders. “Another headache?”
“Just like at the Art-Socio building.”
"That's unusual," Mr. Richter crunched his brows while Marie's eyeballs were the size of the pale moon. "I have some ibuprofen if you need any."
"No, I'm fine. It's subsiding."
"Are you sure? Still, take one just in case."
"No, no, I'm fine now, really," she raised her head without any wrinkled pains passing through her face.
“Ok, what the hell are you kids talking about? This is getting ridiculous," The detective raised his voice by several decibels.
A message popped up on Marie’s phone: “Warning! This Soul is compromised! The individual’s Soul is no longer safe. Will you access its portal?”
“Yes, let’s access the portal. Mr. Vargas, we’ll show you and explain it that way.”
“What does that-”
“Accessing the portal to Honjok Dome.”