Chapter 35: J.T.Ripper
"Here's my room," Victor said, glancing at Adyr.
"Looks like mine's a bit further down," Adyr replied, checking the ID numbers on the doors. The rooms were lined up in order, clearly marked.
"Then I'll be in the playroom once I'm done here. See you there?" Victor said as he unlocked the door with his card.
Despite Victor's privileged background, he was here under the same conditions as Adyr. That was one of the core principles of this newly formed division—every player would start equal. The only things that would set them apart were effort, talent, and the merit they earned through it.
"Sure," Adyr said, then kept walking.
The floor was massive, with 140 rooms—more than the total number of players. After following the signs through the maze-like corridors, he eventually found his room. The ID number matched the one on his card.
He held the card to the digital scanner beside the door. A beep followed, and the door unlocked automatically.
The first thing he noticed was the absence of windows. Still, the room was lit in a way that mimicked natural daylight, without the sterile feel of artificial light.
It was spacious. Bigger than the private study rooms at the university library. Immediately to the right of the entrance was the bathroom, complete with toilet, sink, and bathtub. He gave it a quick glance without stepping in. Everything a person might need seemed to be there, from toothbrushes to shower gel.
He turned his attention to the main room. A large double bed sat against the wall. Across from it, a big TV was mounted above a wide desk. A built-in computer was embedded into the desk surface. In one corner, two leather armchairs and a low table were clearly meant for guests.
The place reminded him of the five-star hotels from his previous life.