Raven stepped into CloudSpire Lounge without hesitation.
Several weeks ago, he was jacked into a secondhand capsule in a discount café.
Now? Smooth marble floors. Polished chrome booths.
A polite young receptionist in a sleek black uniform greeted him with a practiced smile.
"Welcome back, Mr. Voss. Your capsule is prepared."
He nodded, handed over his ID.
The CloudSpire Lounge catered to top-ranked players and influencers—streamers who rented entire wings to broadcast their runs and polish their brands.
Adrian didn't care about that.
This was just a byproduct of progress. He'd earned it—grinding dungeons, flipping loot, selling materials. The moment he could afford it, he upgraded.
He'd even thought about buying a capsule for his apartment.
One-time payment. Convenience. Privacy.
But no.
That would mean isolation—weeks, maybe months, holed up without air, sun, or distance. And Adrian knew himself too well. That was a fast path to spiraling.
