Cobra took off his Virtua Helmet sharply and clutched it tightly. Nowadays, nothing scared him more than having to leave the digital world to re-enter the real one, despite the relatively short amount of time he had been in Boundless.
Cobra slowly rose from his luxurious King-size bed, the canopy that hung over it shielding his eyes from the sunlight that bled through his stylish ceiling that had a circular slab of marble in the center.
His room was carpeted from end to end, it's size easily dwarfing most studio apartments. Cobra could even use his room to do a daily job or play a small football game with friends.
He had bookcases, tables, coffee tables, sofas, three TVs and a computer with triple monitors.
Cobra's room was even better than a high class presidential suite in most upper-tier hotels, which most normal people could only dream of. Yet his face showed no satisfaction from living in such a space, only chagrin.
