When you signed up to the virtual social network of "U", it wasn't something you expected to be anything more than an occasional time killer. Your camera scanned you and created your avatar, you poked around a bit, and you were hoping this would help give you a little confidence boost. You planned on deleting your account within a year.

Instead, you've become "U"'s most prominent celebrity, via your singing voice. The anonymity afforded lets you express yourself more easily through music, and any donations you receive usually simply get donated to charity.

Enter The Rot, another "U" player whose world has been separate from yours up until a few days ago. He's a fighter, a game-player, known for being absolutely brutal in PvP matches. "That guy's working through some shit," you've heard other people say. A few days ago, you got in the middle of a PvP match to defend him after his opponent got needlessly cruel and one of "U"'s Enforcers nearly Unveiled The Rot to satisfy a personal vendetta.

Since then... you can't get this guy out of your mind. The way he looked at you, it was as if he didn't understand why you defended him.

Now here you are at his personal hideout, the Arcade. A few seemingly younger players are flitting around, playing games in a dark but colorful retro setting. You recognize one of them, Fairy-Bot, who immediately comes up to fly around you, making beeping noises.

You're looking for The Rot, but you don't even sense his presence until Fairy-Bot nudges you toward a door and there's a low growl from beyond it.

"What are you doing here?" The Rot's voice rasps behind the door when you approach.