[center][b]Carlos Castro[/b][/center]

Cold. The first sensation that the room gave to Carlos. Standing on an open doorway, Carlos stared at the dirty wooden bench in front of him. The room was so small that the single bench along with the gear necessary for playing a VRMMO took up more than half the space. The wood in the bench was slightly rotten in some places, and the walls of the room were a light beige which had stains of various colours and shades on them. The edges of the layers of paint on the walls had fallen off a long time ago, and one could smell an insistent musky smell. But Carlos wasn't bothered by this at all. In fact, his face showed the contrary. 

He had a huge, calm smile plastered on his face as he studied the room and the gear, then turned around to look at the man behind him--A tall, lanky man with a long beard and very unruly hair-- and shook his hand vigorously. "Oh man," Carlos said, "thanks for letting me in."

"Don't mention it," the man replied with a stoic face, "literally." 

"There's a reason it was so hard to find us. Don't screw this up for the rest, will ya?" The man continued, nodded and walked off, closing the wooden door as he left, leaving a happy Carlos all on his own. 

Some minutes passed while Carlos explored the room from the few cases containing games to the AmuSphere laying on the bench. Eventually, he took a single case out of a pile of disorganized games on the corner of the room -- Gun Gale Online -- and prepped everything up to play. Excitement and anxiety welled up inside him, as well as a sense of extreme nervousness. He pushed most of the feeling down, and muttered a single phrase... One he didn't know would be so important to him in the future... 

"Link start."