The room remained a tomb of cold air and stagnant silence as I stared into the glowing abyss of the laptop screen. The blue light washed over my face, highlighting the grime on my skin and the exhaustion etched into my features. The terminal didn't just output data; it outputted a hierarchy of survival.
My eyes were constantly hovering on the data, tracking the success rates and the casualties of a game I was still trying to comprehend.
Long story short, I had done it.
I successfully obtained the list of players who succeeded and those who didn't during the first ever trial. It was a digital ledger of human utility, categorized with a clinical indifference that made my stomach churn.
"Wasn't this the libido experiment?" Velvet asked, her voice a low, melodic hum that vibrated through the Share-Lock before it even hit the air.
