After another session of frantic key-mashing later and a measure of virtual currency richer, Sasha came back to check on her 2ch thread. It had garnered a small response, and most of them were easily dismissed as irrelevant trolls. However, one reply caught her attention as soon as she read it. The message used several key words such as "Others Like Me" and "<Gamer>" that would have been very unlikely to be used without knowing what she was talking about. It said that there were going to be other "gamers" at Septemberes. Another curiosity of the reply was its username, which was similar to an acquaintance in Dungeon Busters. 

Sasha cocked her head at this, pondering her choices. After a moment she decided that there wasn't any way around this. If she wanted to know the truth behind this mystery the least she was expected to do was move her bum. She changed out of her pajamas, checking herself out in the mirror before leaving. For someone who stayed at home most of her time she was unusually vain and took some care of her appearances. She didn't look the part of a shut-in NEET that she actually was. An idea popped into her head at that moment. Rifling through her desk drawer she unearthed a small cylinder. It was a pepper spray, given to her several years ago by an uncle. She opened her inventory and pushed it against one of the blank slots.

Sasha felt something give way, and when she pulled her hand back the pepper spray was no longer there. Instead, there was a flat icon of it within one of the boxes. Sasha grinned at her genius and left the house, not bothering to tell her parents where she was going. Their apartment was near to the entertainment district, so five minutes later she was already encountering hordes of people along the sidewalks. Just last year she was still hanging out with her friends at Septemberes, but now that they had gone their separate ways she didn't have much reason to visit the mega-mall.