YEAR: 2161
LOCATION: Game Arena, Ranker's Banquet Hall, Staff Area, Orion Secondary Grounds.
"Now then... I better wrap this up. I don't want to finish last, you know?" She said with a smile.
Idris gulped. He knew this was the end for him.
When he was younger, he was always considered a weakling. His Special Ability was thought to be a weird one. Many people avoided him because of it. They even gave him a nickname for it.
"Idris the Ghost"
And with that shameful name, many shameful things were associated with him.
"Hey, who stole my stuff?"
"Why don't you ask Idris... It's not like you would know if he took it"
"Idriiiissssss!!!"
"I-Its not me! I d-don't know... it's not me..." He protested.
But he knew who was responsible... His accusers framed him for things he didn't do and took the spoils for themselves, making him out to be the scapegoat.
