Chapter 256: The Old Party
"Didn’t go so well?" Kazi asked.
"No." Sun-young leaned on the wall, arms crossed and eyes heavy. "I didn’t even get to ask."
Kazi’s personal dimension had changed significantly since the last time she visited. The house was only given one floor and was very long, its sturdy walls woven from bamboo. It reminded Sun-young of Japanese homes, though according to Kazi, this was a Bangladeshi design. The rooms were spacious and cozy, laid with soft cushions. The bamboo lattice casted dappled patterns of light and shadow across the wooden floors, the sunlight coming in the form of lanterns outside.
Player dimensions could be granted two primary environments: night and day. Temperatures did not adjust and thus air conditioning was not necessary. Everything outside, the dirt and soil and grass, it was all implanted. All bought in. Kazi spent a decent fortune on building this environment. In one of the rooms, Kazi sat cross-legged on a cushion, Sun-young leaned on the bamboo lattice wall, and William lay in the corner on a king-sized bed chamber.
He lay and he did not move.
"But you’re still going, right?" Kazi said. Sun-young nodded. "I hoped that you could have taken Marta with you. Guess not. I’m sorry for asking."
"It’s fine, I was going to ask her anyway."
A quietness settled over them. Almost as one, their gazes drifted toward William. The blond boy once full of life was a pale husk. His hair, once so blond, had gotten darker in colour. Sun-young drew in a breath. "Can I ask again what happened to William?"
"...to be honest, I don’t know myself."