Gavi's voice trembled with curiosity as he turned to Aryan, his long-lost friend in this strange and hostile world. "Aryan, how did you end up here?"
Aryan's gaze dropped for a moment, haunted by the memories of his journey. "I searched for all of you at first, Gavi. I really did. But hunger, desperation, and the harshness of this world… it all got to me."
Aryan began recounting his trials, the arduous path he had walked. He explained how he had reluctantly joined a job as a technician in a cyber cell, trading his skills for mere survival. "I worked there for two long months, Gavi, just to buy this laptop." Aryan gestured toward the now-damaged device, which had been his lifeline to some semblance of normalcy.
But the laptop had met its demise at the hands of the goons who had attacked them earlier. Gavi, showing resilience in the face of adversity, reached into his balance of 50,000 zels and made a purchase through the system store. With a quiet determination, he presented Aryan with a second-grade laptop, priced at 45,000 zels.
Aryan and Dhruv exchanged incredulous glances, their eyes filled with both gratitude and curiosity. Aryan finally managed to ask, "Gavi, how did you manage to do that?"
Gavi responded with a cryptic smile, leaving the explanation for another time. Instead, he turned his attention to Dhruv, who had been their savior in this dark hour. "Dhruv, what can you tell us about this place? Why are you here?"
As the trio sat in the dimly lit room, each bearing their own burdens and tales of survival, the mysteries of their existence in this enigmatic world began to unravel.