Joseph settled into the rickety chair of the tavern and looked at the man opposite him. Young. Somewhere around 25, and seemed heroic. But considering that they are in tee virtual world, the appearance of the person was not really an indicator of who or what they were.
"Renae Lorence?" he asked.
The man nodded his head, his brown eyes holding a deep determination. "Dr Joseph Mead, right?"
Joseph hmmed. He leaned back to the creaky chair, watching the flicker of the dim tavern lights reflect in Renae's eyes. The young man's shoulders were stiff, his jaw clenched. He's nervous, Joseph thought, a sharp grin tugging at the corners of his lips "I am surprised that you contacted me yourself. Most of the people of your kind stayed away from the limelight."
Renae shrugged.
"Can I ask why you are agreeing to this?"
Renae considered his words. "I don't want to be an abomination."
Joseph raised a brow. "Oh? Someone who has an ability?"
