The theater room… What was it like?
Well, Ed's first impression was… vastly empty?
It was odd that it was vastly empty but yet it was. There were no seats, no machines, no nothing. He was inside of a white box. Nothing less, nothing more.
'I should scour a bit then-' With this idea in mind, Ed pressed further in. This turned out be the right call as soon after, something changed.
There was a projector.
'How old are you system?' Ed asked it with a small sense of deja vu before approaching the archaic device. He fiddled around with it a bit until finally managing to eject something. It was a videotape.
'Records of struggle…' Ed read the label and made the connection that this videotape was his price.
With nothing better to do, Ed reinserted the tape into the projector and finally pressed play. Since the whole room was white, it meant that it didn't matter where the projector pointed.
