C77 No. 50.
“Trying to build order and leave… That won’t do.”
In a room on the seventh floor, a level three player with a cigarette in his mouth smiled. “How can it be so easy to get you to exclude me?”
He was number fifty.
He was the only level three player in the game. Until now, he had never left the room, and no one seemed to have noticed him.
He was waiting, and of course