Cain entered the small, slightly run-down building he knew and loved. It was his only haven from the stress and abuse of life. The few open rooms allowed him to spend his meager earnings playing a shockingly wide variety of video games that he didn't need to even buy a console for.

The place was called Ultimate's Collection and despite the poor furnishings, had every console, pc, and virtual reality game imaginable. The entry fee was exactly Cain's monthly income of $50, but they provided some snacks.

Cain was a cashier at the next-door convenience store and his manager pitied the sad, desperate individual he had watched Cain become, so he allowed Cain to take the food that was about to expire, and allowed him to rent the space above for very cheap.

Cain truly was a sorry person. His parents had disowned him when he told them he was dropping out of high school at 17. They paid for a one-way ticket to the city and had nothing more to do with him. He was the only child of an upper-middle-class family and was well-off for it. Cain didn't own a car or even have a license, so his entire world became the little street corner of his job, Ultimate's, and the small room he rented from the convenience store manager.

Scraping by off the kindness of strangers and none of his own merits, Cain was still fairly happy. The mysterious and slightly shady workers at Ultimate's Collection knew Cain very well. He was the only regular customer because it was more cost-effective to buy the consoles and games one wanted instead of paying an entry fee to play them all.

The entrance room was dark and only had a reception desk and a dark curtain hiding the rest of the room from view.

"Ah, Cain. Welcome welcome. We were almost worried you'd miss out on a very special deal we have today."

The old man who manned the reception desk smiled widely at Cain. His smile lacked a few teeth but was a very welcome sight for Cain who had a long day of dealing with angry customers.

"Are you kidding? Like I'd not come. You guys are basically my family. Besides, you mentioned that deal the last time I was here, and I'm very interested."

Cain eagerly approached the desk and began to fish around in his wallet for the entry fee. Despite his regular attendance, there was never a time the fee wavered.

"No no. No money today. Follow me. There's a special game we want to show you."

Cain was shocked. He knew that there was something new today, but he would never have guessed that he wouldn't have to pay for it. If spending his entire savings every month had taught him anything, it was that some prices are firm. Even if he didn't realize it, being on his own had humbled Cain immensely.

"Wow, really? I mean great. Where to?"

Cain's curiosity continued to peak as the old man led him past the curtain.

"You know, it's been a while since you started coming here. You're the only regular customer we've had. Why not just buy the games yourself? I'm not supposed to say this, but it would certainly be cheaper."

Cain pondered the question as he followed. Looking around, he saw the neatly organized rows of hard copy games. Along with papers that read all of the downloaded content on each console. There were so many games… and yet Cain knew he would never be able to pick one if he were to buy it. He could never choose one thing. He had to have them all or he wasn't satisfied.

"Haha... I guess I could just never choose. It's nice to have options."

Cain sheepishly scratched the back of his head. He had bleached it before he left home in hopes of dyeing it a cool color when he was away from his parent's restrictions, but he never got around to it. His roots were brown and growing out into almost shoulder-length hair.

"Yes, you truly are our namesake. A fine collector. In fact, that's what we are going to give you. The largest collection that is known to… well anyone."

Give him a collection? Did he mean… the games? Cain's mind was racing with possibilities of what the cryptic man meant.

The man stopped in front of the employee's only door and pulled out a keyring that only had one key on it and opened the door. Compared to the main room, the employee's room was very bright. The room was an entirely deficient aesthetic than the previous one. It had a more minimalist modern look with the white lights and white carpeted floor.

The room was very odd for an employee's lounge because there were no chairs. No furniture at all except for a white table in the center and what looked to be a slightly luminous white cube on the table.

"This is the collection. It will change the course- no, the very essence of your life. Cain. We are giving this to you, you are the best candidate available. This is not preferable, but there is no other choice. Cain… please." The old man gave Cain a searching look, "Please continue the collection."

"... what?"