Darien wasn't exactly a standout guy. He was of average height, with messy dark hair and that slightly disheveled look of someone who had spent too many late nights glued to a screen.
His faded black jacket, adorned with a peeling patch, flapped lightly in the wind as he trudged forward, hands stuffed deep in his pockets.
His gaze flicked up to a flickering sign above an unremarkable building:
"Nether Realm Internet Cafe– Cheaper rates in the district !"
Darien snorted at the name. "Nether Realm? How dramatic can you get?"
But it was the closest spot with decent gaming rigs, especially since his home setup had finally given up the ghost after one too many rage-induced fist slams.
With a resigned sigh, he pushed through the door.
Inside was just as he expected, dim lighting, the sharp scent of synthetic coolant hanging in the air, and the rhythmic clatter of mechanical keyboards filling his ears.
