Zell's body walked through the dark streets. He peered around every car, from the tattered old ones to the great sports cars. Dim red light filled his eyes moments before his daggers lengthened into curved blades.
'Let's find those bastards! Do you think I have forgotten what you did to my friends?'
In his first life, because he joined late, Zell needed friends at the start. So he could level up and enjoy the game.
These three people were old friends from high school who were nerds like him. Alex was a black-haired fps player who enjoyed eating buckets of fried chicken every week. He was fat and loud but cared deeply for his friends.
Then there was Chris, who enjoyed playing sports games online and betting real money. He once lost his entire savings on a betting site and smashed his wide-screen monitors in anger. His actions were a little selfish, but he was ginger. They have no souls, so that was to be expected.
