Digital noises could be heard all around you as you went deeper inside the CORE, countless amount of monitors displaying the same face of some grown man over the screens of them all acted as an obstacles on your path through the metallic platforms in the middle of darkness. You stop feeling the ground underneath your legs, and, as you thought you were about to fall, you found yourself standing on the dancefloor, lit up by the DJ stand's projectors, behind of which stood a silhouette.