It was late at night in Turitopulis, the air was muggy and dense. Most everyone was inside their homes, sleeping, or being with family.

Not for Griefer. He was outside, sitting on the porch of his father’s house. It was odd being there again, after what that voice had made him do. He had hurt so many people— his own father being one of them. He sighed, staring up into the cloudy night sky at the scattered stars.