Unlike some of his peers, Jun had the privilege? of not living within the Academy dormitories. It offered freedom that couldn’t be found on school grounds, but came with the sad reality that was the trek to and from. Normally he wouldn’t have been in a particular rush to return home. Reading a book while walking wasn’t hard after all, and the occasional bumps into other pedestrians when he first tried to had all but disappeared. What made today different? The message that had been broadcasted all through Deep Grounds Online, by every means possible to reach every individual. If someone hadn’t logged onto DGO the past day, well then they certainly would have heard it from someone else then by word of mouth. Really… he hadn’t managed to go more than a few minutes before someone brought up the same topic as everybody else. 

The streets grew emptier the further he got from school, and by the time he reached the street his house was on, he was the only individual there. Unperturbed by the usual sight, Jun tapped the passcode onto the house’s keylock. A hiss indicated it was unlocked and with a gentle tap, the entrance slid open. “Greetings, Jun.” Entry into the building had caused him to automatically link with the network within it, revealing the house’s VI to him. It took the appearance of a [url=http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120720164039/masseffect/images/4/44/Me3_combat_drone.png]floating orb[/url] that followed him around. “Dinner shall be ready at 18:00. Default settings are running without issue. Is anything required?” 
[b]“Yes actually. Keep the dinner warm, I’m not too sure when I’ll be eating.”[/b]
“Understood, Jun. Would you like reminders just in case?”
[b]“No it’s fine.”[/b] Given the dismissal, the VI’s avatar vanished in a stream of 0s and 1s, leaving Jun with only his thoughts. Which admittedly weren’t very well organized at the moment thanks to his curiosity about the whole situation in DGO right now. He usually avoided logging on right after school due to the influx of students getting out of class and diving right in, but it seemed inevitable if he wanted to see what was happening. Setting his bag down on the chair, Jun collapsed onto his bed before muttering, “Link in,” and let himself sink into the virtual reality that was Deep Grounds.

His robotic avatar materialized itself in a ruinous landscape, some obscure location nestled deep away from the majority of other players. While the area was peaceful, save for the constant gust that blew up dust constantly, it was but an illusion. More often than not, a Dissolution would be wandering the ruins of buildings and looking for prey. Generally, Jun turned it on the hostile NPCs head. Still, even if there had been one wandering aimlessly, he would have ignored it for the moment. There was quite some distance to cover between this isolated field and the Black Domain. He would also have to be fairly careful he didn’t run into any hostile players along the way. The best case would be that he didn’t run into any at all, but given the amount of activity that was likely to be happening, he might as well have been hoping for a miracle.