Prologue.rpf [updated] [ 5000+ WORKING ]

The character—no, the avatar —stood up. Cross felt a phantom lurch in her stomach as the perspective shifted. She was controlling the viewer. The man walked to the fridge and pulled out a Polaroid. A family. A wife. A daughter with crooked teeth and a gap-toothed smile.

"Coyote," she whispered. "You're not talking about a game." PROLOGUE.rpf