*Year: 2770
Location: Zion
Xavier opened his eyes. He stared at his surroundings and was perplexed to find that he was standing in the middle of the city.
He spun and saw the bank they had guarded at the beginning of the game. The buildings looked unscathed, and above, the drones kept the city secure.
Confused, Xavier searched for his phone, alarmed to find what he was wearing.
'A suit?'
That was so unlike him.
He had never owned a formal suit in his life, and he remembered wearing them only a few times. But he couldn't remember changing the ragged jeans and tattered shirt he had on before the blinding bluish light halted everyone from what they were doing.
The most startling thing Xavier noticed, though, was the people.
Last time he checked, the entire Harrith had fallen victim to the Priestess' doing. No other human other than the players were present on its premises. Or at least the ones who promised to be living still.
